Weekend Writers' Retreat, a poem

Rudyard Kipling photo
from Wikipedia

On Fridays, from her blog at Grandma's Goulash, Grandma herself offers us an opportunity to submit an original work of poetry or prose.

There are no rules except the time frame, which is implicit in the name of the meme:

Weekend

Writers'

Retreat

My previous submission was a poem I wrote some time ago, and it's obvious (to me, at least) my poetic instincts have gone the way of all good things, which is to say out the window. However, in case those instincts are still lurking 'way back in the back of the grey matter I call my brain, I'm going to continue from time to time, until I'm bodily thrown out out of cyberspace by a meme host.—K

To see how other writer-bloggers have responded to Grandma's invitation, please click  HERE!

No Laureate

My friend Brenda finds homes for all of her poems

On her blog where they’re always admired

She writes two at least, and sometimes writes more

Every day and she never gets tired.

Oh, how I’d love to be able to do it

The way Brenda does but, I fear,

'Though I start, I just won't come up

With anything you’d like to hear.

I used to like Rudyard Kipling’s fine prose

But his ballads excited me more yet,

So I decided that I ought to be

Canada’s next Poet Laureate.

But alas, the people I knew never got

Their plans and their actions together,

So I ended up writing ballads galore

About things as mundane as the weather.

A ballad won’t work with no hero in it,

It goes without saying, they say,

So I search for rhymes (they don’t work half the time)

But I can’t write a ballad a day.

© Copyright Kay Davies, 2011