Half asleep at a poetry workshop yesterday morning…
…among other objects a cap was left on the table which I was meant to write about’ so I wrote…HandicappedSomeone defined poetry as an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices so as to evoke an emotional response.I’m reckoning the emotional response to the poem above will be WTF? :-)Your not allowed to say that now.
Sure it’s a golfing term.
We all are, in one way or another
less able,unable, imperfect.
If not now, it’s something to look forward to
the day we’ll reminisce about Andy Capp.
Do you remember him, who was he anyway?
