Home

 
Like one might say, John the grocer
or Ted the bread, I am
Mavis the poet.

They ask me to read at funerals.
And sometimes at weddings.
I love it when they want my words,
But often they ask me to do cover versions,
Poems about hard climbs and marvellous pairs.

Is life like a journey to Marks and Sparks?

I think life is like a cakewalk.
You know, the wobbly walk at fairgrounds
Where punters struggle to keep upright on the jittery boards.
And Marks and Sparks?
You can buy crockery from department stores,
And marriage is for mugs.

Perhaps that’s why they prefer other poems
I’m not very comforting, am I?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s