‘IT’S JUST A LOAD OF WOOD’
Now! Those poets and there are many
Write about the romance of the forest
I think their talking a load of fanny
There, nettles and thorns to gore us
We wander through the tree-lined roads
In search of a fun day out
There we bump into slimy toads
Who think we’re barmy, no doubt
Next, we meet the wild boar
The poets call a beautiful lump
To me the poet’s a wild bore
The original forest gump
There is mud and slime, pits of lime
In addition, even the odd quagmire
Shucks and the rubbish of an ancient time
Just crying out for a fire
Aw shut it!
It’s just a load of wood
MICMAC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem