'It's Just A Load Of Wood' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘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