A late Ode for my Publisher
By A.E.D. Wadsworth
Their punctuality sooths my inner sloth 
They forget the odd capital and mark of question 
But my works are on time 
Unlike my own rhymes 
Which neither have a time nor a direction 
Perhaps I should write ten at a time 
Cough cough 
I’ve done that already 
It was fun 
I felt special 
So I thank you for your acceptance 
Your artistic digestion 
No matter how blunt or racial 
I know I’m no poet 
And yes I do know it 
And with my poems you can’t be expectant 
And thank you for Gerry 
And on the contrary 
Thank you master 
I really owe you 
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Wadz's Poetry Wednesday #12: Dedication to Mrs Holdich
Dedication to Mrs Holdich
By A.E.D. Wadsworth
Beauty, birds and nests
Don't shake the tree or get shived in the chest
Animal cruelty isn't funny.
By A.E.D. Wadsworth
Beauty, birds and nests
Don't shake the tree or get shived in the chest
Animal cruelty isn't funny.
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