dylan thomas was very poetic
his poetry wasn't at all septic
sitting near his small hut
pondering his thoughts with a tut
feeling slightly chaotic
another swig of beer
with a gleeful sneer
seagulls get chips down there gut
now i'm writing like a nut
hoping to get poet laureate of the year
smelling the graceful tides
flooding in from hives
another can of beer
to those with a jovial cheer
now where (belch) the heck is st ives
It all makes sense now to be a great poet you need to be drunk and alienate yourself. I'm Irish so that should come naturally to me. Never fade against the dying light. Lovely stuff
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, also, love the comments of Kevin and Mandolyn. Love your entertaining writing style Lee :)