I listened to a Spike Milligan interview the other day, and he summed up his career by stating that the jokes became crazy, and the audience soon loved the crazy more than the jokes. The poem below is a protest piece.
Spike Miliigan
All
Wrong
It would seem that
I’ve been wrong
all of the times regarding
writing poetry
that rhymes.
Its seems that one has to
produce words strewn
across the page in a
haphazard fashion which gladdens the eye
rather than shows the slightest semblance of form
or passion.
(Who uses the
word semblance anymore?)
It doesn’t appear that making sense
or enclosing a
hidden message
is considered praiseworthy.
Personally,
I
believe
that
to
be
bollocks
horrocks.
© David L Atkinson March 2016
God Bless
