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.