Boy, Do I Need Some Rest!
Beyond the clouds what can I see ?
Not much, or anyway, not much to impress me.
Beyond the clouds a ball of mud,
widely covered by severe flood.
Beyond the clouds some parts called land,
on which scurry things who style themselves man.
Beyond the clouds an unnatural realm;
seems quite confused, who’s at the helm ?
Beyond the clouds much hustle, bustle,
such effort used, far too much fustle.
Beyond the clouds - ow, my aching head
too much ambrosia, thought I’d wake up dead.
Beyond the clouds, ah, memory’s comes to me,
supposed to be a joke ! Never again, a 6-day spree ....
(As told to Alan McAlpine Douglas)
Alan McAlpine Douglas, father to 5 and grandfather to 3, has been writing poetry since 1993. His idiosyncratic voice has produced thousands of poems in this time, and he finds it quite hard to stay serious, even when he means to. He also enjoys writing spoofs, using well-known poems or songs like Clementine or In the Ghetto as his models.