Readin',Rightin' an' Poertree

Reading widely is said to broaden one’s horizons. I would agree wholeheartedly. So, although I am not a fan of Shakespeare, Aristotle etc. I do try to read them.

Poetry, alas, has never been a literary form that attracted me, but here again; I do try to read it, on occasion.

I’m having a go at Milton at the moment and he is hard going for a Philistine such as me.

As a nod to the great man, here’s something I call

Pair o’dice lost.

Of man’s naughtiness, for eating Fruit

That this is definitely at the root

Of things which are wont to have caused the Fall

And brung down dismay, ‘pon one and all

Whisper not, oh wicked Temptress

Begone, Abbaddon  on the Eve of this momentous throw

The green baize beckons as the fairest garden of morn

That with no middle flight intends to soar

And a piddling pauper I shall be no more

So beguile me no more Foul Serpent I cry

This final throw of the dice let it not be Snake Eyes

The Ark