Once again I’ve taken a famous first line, spun out a sonnet and come up with this
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Said his gut, after the tall tattooed prat
Began to give him a load of old crap
And offered his chin for a left then right.
The policeman took swabs with a defeated air
And radioed base for some medical help
The bungling nonce caused him to yelp
As another swab was jammed in his eye.
‘I am too old for this lark,’ he thought
With a smile, while his opponent gave vent
To his pain. A typical Friday that meant
A Saturday gone missing. After, he fought
The urge to return to the scene of the fight
And prove, he’d never go gentle, day or night.
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
TanGental 
Exactly the twisted journey I’ve come to love reading on here!
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Where can one go with classic poetry except down?
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Ha ha! I wouldn’t say down, but you meander across a page, just changing the goalposts!
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I can’t wait to see what you do with The Wasteland!
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Ah now there’s a thought
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