Swimming and Writing: Where the bee sucks.....

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Where the bee sucks.....

This week I'm in a beautiful part of Wales on a writing workshop. I've taken five minutes off to write this post. Now I must get back to my homework poem. Deadline Friday 10am. Buzz, buzz, buzz.....

No comments:

Swimming Song

This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath

I kicked my feet

I moved my arms around

This summer I swam in the ocean

And I swam in a swimming pool

Salt my wounds, chlorined my eyes

I'm a self-destructive fool

Self-destructive fool

This summer I did the backstroke

And you know that that's not all

I did the breaststroke, the butterfly

And the old Australian crawl

The old Australian crawl

This summer I swam in a public place

And a reservoir to boot

At the latter I was informal

At the former I wore my suit

I wore my swimming suit

Oh, this summer I did swan dives

And jack knives for you all

And once when you weren't looking

I did a cannon ball

This summer I went swimming

This summer I might have drowned

But I held my breath, I kicked my feet

And moved my arms around

I moved my arms around

Loudon Wainwright III

Swimming and Writing

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Where the bee sucks.....

No comments:

Post a Comment

Popular Posts

Followers