Poetry In India
I'm in India
by John Hegley
feeling more secure
and less likely to get chinned 'ere
I made friends with a steam-train firemen
who asked how long I would stay in his country
'Two weeks,' I replied
'Very short?' he probed
'I'm a very busy man.' I joked.
'What is it, the you do?' he probed further.
'Poetry!' I announced.
'Aha!' he pounced,
'Now I understand you,
my brother does the same.
Yes, very hard work:
the feeding, the cleaning, loading all the eggs on to