He stands in the half light,
shakes the can
sprays his tag, a neat ‘S’,
swiftly, silently but for the hiss.
Then squeaks the green microfibre cloth
’til he sees himself clearly.
poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
He stands in the half light,
shakes the can
sprays his tag, a neat ‘S’,
swiftly, silently but for the hiss.
Then squeaks the green microfibre cloth
’til he sees himself clearly.
Barry built a wooden tiv
and Billy bought a tin one,
and each one said he wouldn’t’ve
done what his friend had done.
Then Billy said “Look at my tin tiv!”
Said Barry “It’s pretty good!
If I had money I mightn’t’ve
made this here tiv of wood.”
Said Billy, “Have you thought’f
Trading yours for mine?
For now I think I oughtnt’ve
gone to the shop and bought a tiv
when p’r’aps your wooden tiv’ll’ve
been really rather fine.”
Then trade they did, a tiv for a tiv
And happy they were to trade:
the one for the tiv the other had bought
And the other the other had made.