Still I rise like a Yorkshire Pud.
And it feels good, real good.
My verse it may be worse than swill
But I rise still.
Good grief! Give the man more Yorkshire pudding so he can arise with more of his trademark fun verses!
Thank you Mohammed. I must check out your poems again very soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maya Angelou would be proud. : -)
More yeast than talent there., the poetaster of Self Importance. What's wrong with Robert Lowell, Syl Plath, Wallace Stevens. America has had so many great poets in the last hundred years. It's a bit like choosing some Turkey for President. Ooops! That might happen of course, though a bit more unlikely now.