Saturday, 5 May 2012

Fatigue Symptoms.

I’d like to go to sleep now
And dream of Timbuktu
And sing some old sea shanties
While I paddle my canoe

And sitting in the bow will be
The fairest in the land
The girl with richest raven hair
Tied up with velvet band

And when we reach the shoreline
And the night comes on to rain
We’ll shelter 'neath a banyan tree
Then paddle home again

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can I just clarify something, did you write this?

JJ said...

I did. Why?

Anonymous said...

Its bloody brilliant, really it is!!!! I am going to write it out and keep it!y

JJ said...

Good, good, good.

Good!!!!

Thank you.

andrea kiss said...

It is good! And you said you weren't a poet... pfff.

JJ said...

I'm not. But 'pfff' is a good word.

Nuutj said...

Beautiful.

JJ said...

Thank you, Nutjrin. I fear, however, I have more in common with Kipling than with Keats.