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Brian Strand, UK

 

 

Like Topsy

 

There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he
For nothing would he do
but scribble poetry—
He took
up his pen,
again + again—
Each thought
was caught,
one after
the other,
on his
folio cover.
Indoors
or out
and never
a doubt,
into his head
ideas did
shout—
Why was
this so?
No-one
did know—
For like Topsy
they just
seemed
to grow!

 


Inspired by John Keats "Song About Myself'"

~Brian Strand, ENGLAND

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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