STEPHEN FRY

Thank you! (Would've replied sooner, but I've been away.)

Here's another daft little poem. I write sensibly occasionally, but not today.

which way to turn

he lived in a circular house –
it solved the problem
of never knowing which way to turn.
around the house he planted lobelia
purple and white and poisonous

and when he died
he left a note, a candle, a rose,
a puppet, a block of stale cheddar
(which might have been soap)
and a map of how to get out

Enjoyed both your poems, delph_ambi. Please continue writing daft ones. Being sensible is very overrated, I enjoy laughing much more.

Thanks all! Here's another nutty sonnet.

Shell shocked

The incubator's light turned green. We cheered!
The wait was over, eggs would hatch tonight,
but as we watched it flickered fast. We feared
the hatchlings wouldn't last, would die of fright.
"Not so!" Professor Zog cried, full of glee,
"Their life force cannot fail, I promise you."
And he was right. Now all of us could see
a tiny movement; peck, peck, peck, and through
the mottled shell a beak appeared. A beak?
But dragons don't have beaks. We were perplexed.
This looked more like a chicken. Zog looked bleak.
"Good grief!" he wailed. "I say! Whatever next!"
And thus it was, despite a heartfelt plea,
Professor Zog now works for KFC.

Thank you! I mostly write free verse, but enjoy writing sonnets, sestinas, etc.