One half mine, one half Stephen's

I have felt completely unsportsman-like by not blogging any poetry during the poetry section of A215. I avoided all urges real or imagined to show any to the Student Cafe and even refused to be a part of the tutorial which required some of my efforts to be shown. The reason, is that I simply don't have enough poems to run the risk of letting too many cats out of the bag. Once you've showed the world - even your most feeble efforts, you've blown it should you wish to use it or part of it when the TMAs come around. So in the spirit of this new openness, I will share my Stephen Fry exercise, even I couldn't imagine using this, who started off with the first two stanzas before I finished it off with my two. Well it's a start isn't it?

Now gather round and let me tell

The tale of Danny Wise

And how his sweet wife Annabelle

Did suck out both his eyes

And if I tell the story true

And if I tell it clear

There's not a mortal one of your

Won't shriek in mortal fear

This fear is one that's based on dread

Because of Annabelle

And guard your eyes well brother Fred

She wants your eyes as well

So if you want to keep your sight

You'd better tell some lies

About the fact that you can fight

Unlike poor Danny Wise