Friday, 23 February 2018

Canada, The Scottish Taffee Puller's Wet Dog

It Is Like A HouseWife
Who Finds A Poisonous Snake,
And She Takes It
Back To Her House,
She Puts It Into Her Bed
Next To Her Sleeping Man.

She Nurses It
Back To Its Health,
Her Man Wakes Up
To His Death,
So She Gives Up
Says "What Is The Use
Of Saving A Man's Life
When He Gets Bit?"

-Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

Wednesday, 21 September 2016


Witness To A Hole,
See How A Box Sinks?
In Its Finest Garden
And Aloud Before A Jest,
It Dashes Across Eyed Silver
For The Horse's Savage Arse
To Sniffle A Pastel Deliverance,
A Mural Combed And Cock-Sure
Knitted Into Soft Device
With Hymns Perloined
And Lions Purlined.

Originally posted on the blog "To Whom It May Concern" Sept 19th 2016-

(*I will not be writing as much poetry as I have been these last 6 years, but anything new I will definitely post.)