Friday, August 3, 2012

The Rose Rose

asks us to join two meanings of the same word with a verse


With petals colourful and curled;
Most popular flower in all the world.
It started as a little sprig,
Looking shy, not very big.
It spread its tendrils far and wide,
Up and up and side to side.
It's thorns developed for protection
As it chose its own direction.
It then looked up into the sky,
Wondered 'Can I reach that high?
Up from the earth, like a candle, lit,
The bright flower blossoming as it

(Written at the height of the scandal)

For most of my life, I must admit,
I daily yearned for Fame.
I longed to be that wonderful thing
A universal household-name.
I felt the little life I led
Just didn't amount to much,
And I admired the Rich and Famous
Very, very, very much.
Being a teacher seemed so drab;
A cog in the machine;
Teaching others to be famous,
If you know what I mean.
The wealth part didn't attract me;
Diamonds aren't my line;
If I wear a plastic necklace
I feel absolutely fine.
But Fame was quite another thing;
I fantasised at times
Of how I'd make a living
Performing my little rhymes!!!
Pam Ayres was my idol;
I was jealous, I admit,
Of her books, her laughing admirers,
Her comedy and her wit.
But daily life took-over;
It all remained a dream;
I stayed in my 'cog' position,
Not part of the wider scheme.
But, now that I am eighty-one,
And just an old-lady wife,
I realise that, maybe,
I've had a fortunate life.
Since I never had a Rise
I've never had a Fall;
I'm accustomed to being a Shorty
Because I was never Tall.
But 'How are the Mighty Fallen!'.....
We see that every day;
I'd rather end my life as me
Than in the Rupert Murdoch way!
P.S. I'm sure Pam Ayres still has her feet on the ground and is ageing gracefully!


1 comment:

Harvee said...

Just love how well your poetry rhymes.