John Keats wrote, frankly, dippy poems with c9mplicated rhyming schemes yet the British public voted ‘Autumn’ as their sixth favourite poem. Autumn. Hmm, mists and mellow fruitfulness, eh? What about drunk wasps on a stinging spree. Or bloody conkers dropping on your noggin without so much as a by your leave. And don’t get me on all those crisp leaves that carpet the pavement and hide that malificent, glutinous dog turd…
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Like that time that mother cried cos dad ran off
With Gail from next door, snotty nose, hair a mess
And her cold hard hands, and her smoker’s cough.
I didn’t mind him going much cos he’d stopped my
Pocket money. It wasn’t fair, not really as Chris’d
Taken the last of the fruit pastels from
Dad’s supply. He said he didn’t want to – sigh –
But he had no choice cos if Gail missed
It she’d take it out on him and when pissed
Off she was horrid. I never liked Autumn.
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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.
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Gail , Gail the harbinger of winter, in Autumn, wail! 💜
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Ha ha!!!!
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Hast thou wizard mind been put asunder
By Keats warblings of Autumn’s wonder?
May your dismay be of rapid dispatch
By this most clever and petulant patch!
(Just saying! With utmost good humor! ♥)
BRC
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Perfect!
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Wicked…
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Good one!! BTW a conker fell on my head a couple of months past – perfect timing by the little blighter! I felt like Chicken Little for a moment – it hurt!!
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Ouch. Poor dog was lying by a bench on Friday when some avian terrorist dumped a guano-bomb on his head. The look on his face!!. Peachy…
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😀 Poor Milo!! I’m reading ‘Apprenticed’ ❤
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Glad it arrived. Hope you enjoy it
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Mellow frightfulness, more like. I hate Autumn …
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Quite right too. Bloody season of rot
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Oh the horror – drunk wasps on a stinging spree and the hidden landmines of poop – no wonder you hate Autumn!
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Almost worth staying in
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