Number 69, The Entertainer

Number 69, The Entertainer.

I don’t want to cause alarm,

My job’s to entertain,

It cannot do you any harm;

Perhaps I could explain..

I am a harmless poet chap,

Who plays around with words,

Not that scary gangsta rap,

That puts the wind up birds!

No, I prefer the silly stuff,

That only makes good sense,

If you remain childish enough,

In your intelligence!

Past the age of ten or twelve,

Imagination alters;

Into dangerous stuff we delve,

And comprehension falters.

With age it’s hard to comprehend,

The meaning of a tale;

I really cannot recommend

You let your brain go stale!

No, it is the children here,

Or should I say the childish,

Who show they haven’t any fear

When words are weird and wildish!

My stories are a crazy lot,

Some of them simply mad…

But stay around for just a jot,

And see if they’re not bad.

Tell me if you follow them,

Up the garden path…

Or if you just don’t swallow them,

But hopefully you’ll laugh!

© Stephen Saunders

Please read number 54 again now.  

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