Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 35,921 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Bowled Out - Poem by Andy Brookes

An affectionate tongue in cheek homage to William Mcgonagall
a Scottish poet of fragrant verse and worse

said he I'm at a loss.
why is there so much dross?
no perfect meter, nor clicking rhyme,
not like when i was young, now there was a time.

these modern poets call it free verse,
well if you ask me there's nothing worse.
did Wordsworth write of nature, all in vain
or Byron write about a grubby train.

what have we come to as a nation,
when poems have no punctuation.
well count me out of the modern stuff,
all spiky angles, torpid, rough.

for there's no arty angsty alliteration,
understanding it is just frustration.
no bold capitals that starts a line,
so for the old ways do I pine.

I used to read and spit out by rote,
this modern stuff it gets my goat.
no I find i like old Mcgonagall

who wrote great rhyme and wore a monocle.
I find it hard to carry the load,
and with that he did explode.
he was always on, a sticky wicket,
the Western Times, poetry critic.

Topic(s) of this poem: poets

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 21, 2017

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