Epitaph For a Fishmonger
Upon this marble, smeared with slime,
Lay dead fish he would once debone.
Now, long since filleted by Time,
Beneath it their purveyor’s prone.
A Crab’s Reply
‘CRAB. Start with a live crab and kill it
either by driving a skewer into the brain
or dropping it into boiling water –
whichever method seems the least unkind!’
- Guide to Deep Freezing
The time has come to make my feelings
Go boil your head, cook, or, if
Let skewers pierce what passes for your brain
Whichever method seems the least unkind!
Years past, a poet sank, or shone,
In print in journals, some long gone.
Today, web-published, goose and swan
Are also at and up and on.
Reflection At The Foot Of A Column
How very much sweeter
Without pigeon excreta.
If you have any comments on these poems, Jerome Betts would
be pleased to hear from you.