Sunday, May 6, 2012

Trove of Wit

Walk down the aisle, and step to it please!
You'll soon bring me down to my knobby knees!
I'm not as spry as you still seem to be,
Once upon a time I was you; but be
It from time, or the horrors of the world,
I've since then been beat down, from heaven hurled.
I don't blame anyone for my own faults,
For inside my cavernous heart, where vaults
Of gold do glitter like the stars at night,
I've got a few tales that fill me with light.
And if you hurry down and let me sit
Then you may listen to this old half wit;
But whatever you do, hurry up, please!
I wont be the only one on his knees...

                            Trove of Wit, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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