Billy boy

Billy Walton, bless him

aint feeling very well

he came to work this morning

and you could really tell

he was sweating like a pig

his face was pale and wan

he danced a little jig

then suddenly, was gone

— shazbat, Oct 23, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Norfolk, UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Kipling, T.S Eliot, Hilaire Belloc, Ogden Nash, Spike Milligan and many more.

Critiques

themoonman

17 years 7 months ago

Shazbat...

that is how it is too... then you are thinking... will it be my turn today? we all get a turn ehhh... poor Billy, his problems are over... enjoyed your few strong words... Richard

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

Got a nice chuckle out of this one. Most entertaining. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes, and you look so polished from your hair down to your toes. Ah, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose after all." - Billy Joel

shazbat

17 years 7 months ago

Thanks you guys, you know

Thanks you guys, you know the good thing about this site is that you know that your stuff is getting read, and if just one person enjoys reading it, then the effort was worth while. John

Arrow

17 years 7 months ago

Irish sports page

This reminds me of one set of my grandparents, from Ireland. This is the exact matter-of-fact, good-natured tone with which they addressed death (which they did A LOT). Invariably, my grandmother, on parting, would cheerfully say, "See you next year. Here or in a pine box." This is a great slice of life!

shazbat

17 years 7 months ago

Funnily enough, my

Funnily enough, my Grandmother was Irish (from Cork) and that was one of her regular sayings too, the last time she said it she was 98 years old and as fit as a flea. John

Arrow

17 years 7 months ago

That's too much!

My grandmother died at 98 - from CHF but in her home. She was from Ballycastle.