SEARCHING
THROUGH BOOKS
I've long suspected those
doomed works of Tolstoy,
Should never, well hardly
ever, be treated as a toy.
And sadly I must regretfully
decline,
All offers to browse
any fiction by Gertrude Stein.
And why when I attend
a reading on Blake,
I'm just about able to
stay awake?
Concerning Plato,
Aristotle and of course Socrates,
To me, if you ask, these
are just a tease,
from all the rest,
Who claim of course they
know best!
And for me dear friend
religion will never been found in Milton,
But in the glorious Gospels
of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
And may I suggest that
any poem by Alexander Pope
Can and never will offer
any spiritual prayer or hope!
And may I say that Shakespeare,
Does seem to appear,
In his comedies, sonnets
and scribe,
To be,
To me,
Or not to be.
My proverbial cup of earl
grey tea!
And after an entertaining
lecture on Poe,
Why am I left once again
with a permanent depressing low?
And dear old Jonathan
Swift,
Can offer it seems no special spiritual gift!
And even the colourful
cast of characters penned by Dickens
Mearly allows me to ask
(in all sincerity) What the Dickens?
IN
CONCLUSION
I am born, declared
the fictitious David Copperfield.
Thy will be done declared
the Son of God.
In the beginning God,
declares the word of God!
So sadly I must propose
that all else.
Is just a lost forgotten
literary cause.
(With
apologies to W.S. Gilbert & Lorenz Hart)
GPB June 2004 (All Rights Reserved)
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