I’m tired an’ my arms
are drooping like half-eaten
bananas - an ape with
the name: In-telly-gence.
My eyes are mist and jello too,
for specs at home I have forgot;
now I'm unable to can see
through blink in-telly-gent-ly.
Struggling from class to class,
legs that quiver and shake,
and in different directions they
stagger - so un-in-telly-gently.
This day will tap my blood,
sweat and guts, before I’ll
be able to manoeuvre myself
onto car's seat half in-telly-gently.
Too tired to reheat the coffee,
and to become enthused by
cookies so cute, as I've
just sufficient energy to
type in-telly-gently.
There must be more to life
than work, or to think how
one can write these words in
straightest stripe so in-telly-gently.
Bright and breezy tomorrow
I’ll be, as there’s nothing like
whiskey and good night’s sleep -
this'll truly create an intellegent me!
Phew…
Intelligent !
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Frans, I really like the lighthearted self-parody of this one...
...with its poet's struggle on this particular day to make sense of things (especially without eye-"spec"tacles), to shuffle through classes of hard learnings, aching himself into a car to get home to cold coffee, and too beat up to heat it up! I know those days, too, and this poem details it so IN-TELL-I-GENT-LY! Your humorous use of the syllables of the title are just right: sometimes we can hardly -TELL- how awful a day is, and how difficult it is to go -GENTLY, like a calm gentleman, through its woes. But then comes that excellent gem of a stanza:
There must be more to life
than work, or to think how
one can write these words in
straightest stripe so in-telly-gently...
But hope beckons from a warming drink of good "whiskey and a good night's sleep" - and this poet will emerge as intelligent as the sun.
Lots of fun in this one, Frans, and plenty of courage too. And, unless I'm just plain missing the meaning (let me know if I am), that deliberate "Telly" has got something to do with television??, as though life just can't be as easy as so many of the telly's characters have on the screen: real life is a lot different!
This poem, for me, has a fine and humble whimsy about it. I like it.
Lad
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