Friday Poetry Corner

[DBA_bloke]

At lunch with Atilla the Hun,
I asked for a spit roasted nun.
They said they had monks,
With pineapple chunks,
But I settled for a Pope in a bun.

[AlfredJPruffock]

Dedicated to the memory of our dear friend Fleetwood


If I Could Tell You


Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,

If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;

If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?

If I could tell you I would let you know.



W. H. Auden