Everyone, this is based on OwainGlyn's wonderful poem posted yesterday called:
The Maid of Zennor. Mine is, of course, a satire : )
I Have No Gin
by sloanranger
I sit
Perched precariously,
High on some
Liquid spirit or another
Brow-level with raucous writers,
And catfights, dogfights of
Some unknown furry war.
I would begin...
but
I have no gin
Far below me
Flows a sea
Of endless words
All by writers
Better than me.
It is a sin...
but
I have no gin
It may be, I hear below
The gurgling voice
of Shelley
Calling to me
Come save me -
I cannot, I plea...
you see
I have no gin
No, 'tis not Shelley,
'tis you, not him.
And for a moment
I am glad,
Its you who calls
until I recall,
you cannot swim.
Are you mad
I say
I shall not
dive in
I have no gin
I sigh
And turn away.
No being brave,
No life to save
for me today.
I'll find a shop
That has Bombay
And I'll have me
Some gin, Today.
