John Thorkild Ellison

Rookie - 113 Points (17/04/51 / Edinburgh)

Repartee - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

'God you're grey! '
My rival said.
(I'd taken his favourite
Girl to bed) .

'Not only grey,
You're very fat! '
I shrugged my shoulders,
That was that.

But later on
That selfsame day,
I thought of LOTS
Of things to say

That were so clever;
Much too late!
My only solace now
My hate.

That's no solace,
But you see
I've never been good
At repartee.

Comments about Repartee by John Thorkild Ellison

  • (10/6/2006 12:51:00 PM)

    Quite a uhm er, clever little poem. -chuck (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (4/4/2006 10:12:00 AM)

    ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I love this LOTS! Words, thought, attitude, action... As for repartee, same thing here: so often, the right words, the PERFECT words, come minutes/hours too late. I think, however, you're one up on him anyway. (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006

[Report Error]