Chickenteeth writin' neath the lamplight
Kinda fiddlin' with her hair
Hear her scream; an idea gits her.
She starts a scibblin' then and there.
She starts a writin' hard and fast
Scratchin' fiercely cross the paper
S'if some kinda fever caught her
All caught up an' in a vapour.
Chickenteeth scribblin'neath the lamplight
Interrupt her? Don't you dare!
Think we lost her in the moment
Strugglin' with a big idea.
Some say that the divil's got er
But I don't think that that is true
Leave her to her feverish scribblin'
She won't stop until she's through.
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Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
