Forever told me not to wait too long, just in case….
He always spoke in maybes,
bit like Eternity, never a straight word,
lots of Always and happy ever after,
but no specific dates or times.
I mean, Always could drag on a bit I reckon,
Forever yapped and yapped aimlessly
about endless fun, ceaseless pleasure
and the joys of being persistent.
Well I’m not sure, I think they’re liars.
Who has seen the promised land then?
Leaned against those pearly gates with skeleton keys,
eyeing up the plumpest harp
to snitch under yer white frock
and toe it outta there sharpish like,
straight back down to pawn land.
Come on, gotta be worth a few sobs,
touched by himself and all that,
music to sooth a savage breast etc.
Uh oh! Here comes Possibly
with his blatant lies again,
better duck down
or I could be here
a fair old while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem