The Dead Poets Society Reunion

The Dead Poets Society Reunion


This scribbler’s band, you understand meet yearly on Christmas Eve
A gathering of poets and would you know it, more talent it’s hard to perceive
At that den of sin a notorious inn called The Place of the Rabid Goat
Bards galore, over twenty or more, and others of fame and of note
Happy and warm, sheltered from the storm where outside was a’raging
A joyful thong for the beer was strong and the girls were quite engaging


Chairman Keats staggered to his feet to quieten the crowd with his gavel
“Order Please, all you gents and ladies; SHUT UP you unruly rabble”
Downing a gin, cried “Let the evening begin, Mr Kipling take the stand if you please’
Stoned out of his mind it was rather unkind to be hoisted onto his knees
Grey haired old Kips took a couple of sips “Right” he said with a lecherous grin
”Yesterday on the bed where Mandy lay, I was a better man than you Gunga Din’


‘Now I don’t know his name or how hell he came all the way from Mississippi
But now he’s here, give a big cheer, hurry up mate and make it slippy’
‘I’ll tell you a tale where men are all men and the women are quite hairy too
On the wide open plains where seldom it rains, its deficient of diners, and loo’s
McGraw’s the name and it’s held with acclaim in the Land where the buffalo roam
There ain’t no canteens, all I eat is baked beans that’s why I can never go home


Good things must end and it’s a touch cruel to send the company out in the snow
But Burns and Shelley were feeling quite merry and so were Will Shaky and Poe
Lord Byron felt fruity and considered it his duty to escort Sylvie Path cross the floor
Discovered next day to the landlords dismay was a very rude verse on the door
So if on that night you’ve, a poem to recite, go down to the Goat and persist
Amongst all your peers there are no worries or fears cos there all very permanently--

I’ll let you finish the poem

Truly this is quite a satire if i must say so. I love how you managed to incoporate
the West with English poets, and the rough and tough cowboy style in it. At least that
is how I read it. Your imagination knows no limits my friend. I am not English but I do get
from this quite an English influence and flare. Much enjoyed. tc

This is brilliant, Cari! The scenario and characters (even those briefly mentioned) are worthy for the DPS. Was Gunga Din also there? He was very lively, chatting up Sue at the Forry pub on Friday. Great work! Exalt, H x

Fantastic in every respect. truly the work of a craftsman. I am in awe of the rhythm and rhyme within this and it was extreemley funny to boot. Exalt

Wow, this is fantastic.