The White Horse

We sat in’t pub and drank our beer
When glass was empty we asked for more
Raised a shout, “Be of good cheer.”
When time was called we locked the door.

When glass was empty we asked for more
Played buzz phizz whizz in the snug
When time was called we locked the door.
Some spilt their drink upon the rug.

Played buzz phizz whizz in the snug
Tom cleaned the painting with a scouring pad
Some spilt their drink upon the rug.
The locals said we must be mad.

Tom cleaned the painting with a scouring pad
Raised a shout, “Be of good cheer.”
The locals said we must be mad.
We sat in’t pub and drank our beer.

Martin Delemare
15th February 2009

pantoum

Skip Shackle Law

Step out smartly, slam the door.
Engine start, ride up the hill.
Warp those rules, skip shackle law.

Leave wine bottles, peanuts on the floor
Throttle wide, speed for the thrill.
Step out smartly, slam the door.

Escape high tone, harsh words ignore
Wind rush in hair, time to kill.
Warp those rules, skip shackle law.

No job, both status and penny poor.
Lean hard on bend, reckless skill.
Step out smartly, slam the door.

Spirit is free, don’t ask for more.
Keep bike roaring, don’t be still.
Step out smartly, slam the door
Warp those rules, skip shackle law.

Martin Delemare
2nd February 2009

Villanelle