Dylan Thomas Poem by Lee Fones

Dylan Thomas



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

Thursday, July 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maria Gonzalez 01 August 2015

Love this poem, also, love the comments of Kevin and Mandolyn. Love your entertaining writing style Lee :)

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Kevin Patrick 19 October 2014

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

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