The final two poems I’m going to post in this little series go from the sublime to the ridiculous. Well, I always did have a penchant for light verse! The first may be seen as a warning to bloggers and youtubers and journalists and writers to hang on to their precious humanity. Though didn’t Graham Greene once say something about all writers having a chip of ice in their heart?
My mother was felled by a log.
And my father got bit by a dog.
My sister was sick,
And my brother got rick-
Ets, and grandma succumbed to the smog.
My grandfather swallowed a frog.
And my wife fell neck-high in a bog.
Had a spat with a saw,
And her husband was mauled by a hog.
The twins both went mad in the fog
And thought they were Gog and Magog.
But I cared not a lot,
Not a tittle or jot -
I could post it all up on my blog!
So all of you bloggers, beware.
If disaster strikes, do not despair.
When tragedy knocks,
Don't call up the docs -
Just blog it with finesse and flair.