Sunday, February 06, 2005

The Marker of Graves


The marker of graves
Sings songs by the Beatles
And remarks upon the weather

The manager of letters
Winds down
With a little Bach

The cleaner of windows
Writes his memoirs
Life is a Chamois Leather

The catcher of dogs
Puts her feet up
In the churchyard
And examines her sandwich
For bugs

4 comments:

Jonathan said...

A good one, Roger... I liked that.... the bugs bit is a fine finish...

Roger Stevens said...

Thank you. I'm not sure what any of it means, though. I found it in my notebook.

michael said...

Its a bit like one of them dreams you have that doesnt seem to make any sense until you start to pick away at it with a gimlet.

Roger Stevens said...

Good point! I'll just go and fetch my gimlet.

Reminds me of that film, Gimlet Goes Hawaiian.