Continuing my rewriting of the nation’s favourite poems, today we corrupt W.B. Yeats’ bit of fluff The Lake Isle Of Innisfree. Here’s a link to the original if you’re unfamiliar with it (lucky you). I almost studied this for my O level English back in 1973. A narrow escape which I hope the subject of my little attempt also achieves.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innis-free
Unlike the last time I went, when that miserable sod
Of a guard thought it might be fun to charge me
For the the privilege of seeing honey bees. I mean, fifteen bob
Can you credit it? Just because that poet fellow
Yeats, thought it was all peace and Linnet’s wings
Which makes you wonder if he had got himself all mellow
With a sneaky toke before things
Got all of a purple glow. He really needs
To take care what he ingests cos the poor
Bugger might end with an embolism, sowing death’s seeds
Somewhere in the deep heart’s core.
Giggling at your next installment of poetic blasphemy!
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I wonder if there’s a crime here?
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We’ll get you poetic justice … (Sorry!) 😜
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Ah that’s punderful
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Hee hee!
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I know that poem off by heart, not this one, the real one……. I loved it but now it might never be the same again 😀
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I realise I have a lot to answer for
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I’m sure he was probably toking alright!
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Is there an actual place called that? I always thought it was a figment of his imagination.
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I think it might be real though I fear I might have destroyed the odd illusion
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Oh, dear–I do love the original poem, know it by heart, and have actually dragged my poor husband to see the lake isle in person, so to speak. That doesn’t keep me from enjoying your iteration, though!
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I’m Enjoying deconstructing some of these favourites
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