Grumpy Old Man Poem
by James Graham
Posted: Thursday, February 24, 2011 Word Count: 124 Summary: Another little bit of nonsense. |
Grumpy Old Man Poem
I don’t like
music.
Black Spiders, Three Daft Monkeys.
Thrash, crust and funk.
The Who, The Why.
I like the noises made by
Mozart, Shostakovich,
Muddy Waters, Bessie Smith,
But that’s not music.
I don’t like
television.
Hitler’s henchmen.
Hitler’s diary.
Hitler’s jobbies.
More mysteries
of Ancient Egypt.
Fat families
and other freaks.
More mysteries
of Ancient Egypt.
Only Fools and Horses
that used to be alive,
cold-bloodedly repeated
till it’s dead.
I don’t like
movies.
What’s on at the pictures?
Films that bust ass.
Any films that move
to laughter and/or tears?
No. Films that bust ass.
I don’t like
standup comedy.
Fuck ha-ha.
I still like books
but just inside
the bookshop
I trip over
Blair: A Journey.
I don’t like
music.
Black Spiders, Three Daft Monkeys.
Thrash, crust and funk.
The Who, The Why.
I like the noises made by
Mozart, Shostakovich,
Muddy Waters, Bessie Smith,
But that’s not music.
I don’t like
television.
Hitler’s henchmen.
Hitler’s diary.
Hitler’s jobbies.
More mysteries
of Ancient Egypt.
Fat families
and other freaks.
More mysteries
of Ancient Egypt.
Only Fools and Horses
that used to be alive,
cold-bloodedly repeated
till it’s dead.
I don’t like
movies.
What’s on at the pictures?
Films that bust ass.
Any films that move
to laughter and/or tears?
No. Films that bust ass.
I don’t like
standup comedy.
Fuck ha-ha.
I still like books
but just inside
the bookshop
I trip over
Blair: A Journey.