I was so bored at work this afternoon, waiting for some job cards from the workshop that I started doodling, then I imagined two elderly ladies chatting at a garden gate and before I knew it I was writing a poem. The last time I wrote a poem was a forced effort at school.
So what do you think of my effort? I think Andrew Motion is quite safe.
Garden Gate Gossip
“My Dear, I do beg your pardon
Just what is that plant in your garden?
It’s such is a beautiful red
In the corner of that bed”
“That’s ‘Geum, Mrs Bradshaw’ Lady Marden”
“I do think your lilac’s sublime,
Looks good growing next to the lime,
Well no time to chat
Must go feed the cat
I’ll catch you again here sometime”
“Yes, next time I’ll make us some tea
Come round about half past three
We’ll sit in the sun
Have an éclair or a bun,
How about Friday, will you be free?”
“Well, you’re really too kind Mrs Bate
Much better than chat over the gate
His Lordship’ll be out
Fishing for trout
So Friday it is, that’s a date”
I have more to add to this, I have a couple of verses already jotted down, but hope to make it a complete story. Be as critical as you like, please.