HOW NOT TO WRITE 24/09/07

YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T CHANGE MY MIND
AND WRITE A STORY OR A RHYME,
THEY SAID NO TIME FOR YOU M'BOY,
AND I WAS ACTING RATHER COY
COLLECTING UP SOME PROPHECY
THEY THOUGHT WAS HE
IN HIS FLIGHTS OF FANCY
WITH NO REMEDY.

HEAL THYSELF!
( AND ONCE HE REALLY DID)
THEY SAID. ABOVE HIS HEAD?
AS IF HE'D EATEN ALL THE BREAD
AND LYED ALL DAY UPON HIS HEAD
NO BOOK LIKE HIS WAS WRIT' OR READ
AND WORDS LIKE THIS CAME INSTEAD.

TOO BIG ! THEY SAID,
UNWISE !
NOT ENOUGH INSTEADS,
AND... WHERE IS THY THREAD
OF THIS MISH - MASH OF WORDS
WE GUARANTEE,
CAN YOU GUARANTEE MY GOLF(joke)SAID HE,
FOR THE PREACHERS VOICED ASIDE OF ME.
' T 'WAS THE SHORTEST SERMON IN HISTORY.