Richard Lynch
Professor Lynch
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I'd like to take you now on wings of poetry, as it were, and help you forget, if only for a while, your drab, wretched lives!
Not sure how many people here actually read these poems, but if you'd like to leave feedback, feel free to do so. Here's a poem inspired both by Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear, and something I can only deem as nonsense, and pointless. It's simply about an owl who befriends a locksmith.
The Owl and the Locksmith
By Richard Lynch
A darkened plane the weather would feign
Moved over the hill with aplomb.
The shadow it cast was of no contrast,
For there was no sun to hide from.
The birds in the air were not at all fair,
For a bird would not fly at night.
The fish in the brook, you never could hook,
There were no fish swimming in sight.
Dark clouds moved back, the sun, through a crack,
Shined over the hillside green.
A seagull flew through; the cows shouted "moo!"
But the Owl knew not what they mean.
This Owl would loom on a treeish legume,
In day, the most unlikely time.
He would sit there and watch, with a bottle of scotch,
While trying to think of a rhyme.
When a Locksmith walked past, the Owl, at last!
Had someone whom would help him write.
"Dear Locksmith," said he, "I send you a plea,
That you help me without a plight!"
"I really could try, but you are too high!"
Said the Locksmith, looking above,
"If you should come down, we'll travel to town,
And our time we shall make the most of!"
When the Owl set foot on root-laden soot,
He walked with the Locksmith beside.
When the town was in view, the Locksmith withdrew,
And he said, while halting their stride:
"I'll pick up a fiddle, and sing you a riddle!
How much have you lost in a bet?"
"I'm not much to gamble," the Owl did ramble,
"This riddle," said the Locksmith, "You'll get!"
The Locksmith began, and he asked, "How can
You remove a cat from your house?"
The Owl scratched chin, then answered, "Therein,
Do you send the cat a small mouse?"
The Locksmith gleamed, "Wrong! Now, please come along,"
And the Owl he set on a stone.
With his fork and a plate, the Owl he ate,
And the Locksmith walked back all alone.
Not sure how many people here actually read these poems, but if you'd like to leave feedback, feel free to do so. Here's a poem inspired both by Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear, and something I can only deem as nonsense, and pointless. It's simply about an owl who befriends a locksmith.
The Owl and the Locksmith
By Richard Lynch
A darkened plane the weather would feign
Moved over the hill with aplomb.
The shadow it cast was of no contrast,
For there was no sun to hide from.
The birds in the air were not at all fair,
For a bird would not fly at night.
The fish in the brook, you never could hook,
There were no fish swimming in sight.
Dark clouds moved back, the sun, through a crack,
Shined over the hillside green.
A seagull flew through; the cows shouted "moo!"
But the Owl knew not what they mean.
This Owl would loom on a treeish legume,
In day, the most unlikely time.
He would sit there and watch, with a bottle of scotch,
While trying to think of a rhyme.
When a Locksmith walked past, the Owl, at last!
Had someone whom would help him write.
"Dear Locksmith," said he, "I send you a plea,
That you help me without a plight!"
"I really could try, but you are too high!"
Said the Locksmith, looking above,
"If you should come down, we'll travel to town,
And our time we shall make the most of!"
When the Owl set foot on root-laden soot,
He walked with the Locksmith beside.
When the town was in view, the Locksmith withdrew,
And he said, while halting their stride:
"I'll pick up a fiddle, and sing you a riddle!
How much have you lost in a bet?"
"I'm not much to gamble," the Owl did ramble,
"This riddle," said the Locksmith, "You'll get!"
The Locksmith began, and he asked, "How can
You remove a cat from your house?"
The Owl scratched chin, then answered, "Therein,
Do you send the cat a small mouse?"
The Locksmith gleamed, "Wrong! Now, please come along,"
And the Owl he set on a stone.
With his fork and a plate, the Owl he ate,
And the Locksmith walked back all alone.
