At the tender
age of five, I wrote my first poem, Swish! I have to say
that it was also probably my best (you should see all the self-obsessed
adolescent stuff!)
I hope you will be touched by its
simple moral clarity.
Reader's Note: This is
perhaps best enjoyed if read out loud, in a suitably Ivor Cutler-esque
accent. Wobbly harmonium backing optional.
Swish!
by Michael, aged five.
Swish!
I’m a fish!
In a pool
So cool
Come any day
And I’ll give you a load of hay.
Said the fish
Who went swish
In that pool
So cool.
So some people came
that any day
But they didn’t get their load of hay.
The fish who went swish gave them briar!
The fish who went swish is a liar!
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