CCLXXVIII - Pull out the corks.

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Carry On Tuesday asks you to continue with a famous first line but to create your own work.

This weeks' line was "Stop all the clocks" from W.H.Auden's famous poem, Funeral Blues.

I wasn't really comfortable doing that, so did my own version. 

For me, one day.

Pull out the corks.

Pull out the corks, fill up your glasses,

What was above is now below the grasses.

Turn up the stereo; Mozart, if you have some.

Open up the back bar and let anyone come.

Let Magpies chortle in unfed dismay

Their morning feeder has gone away.

The possums, of course, wont miss him at all

As long as there’s garden, they’ll be having a ball.

He was my muse, my mask, my other half;

A wicked counsel and a ready laugh;

My prop, my strop, the Rogers to my Astaire,

He fathered my sons.  I know, I was there.

Tears are not wanted, so dry off your eyes;

Whatever is born, eventually dies.

So heat up the kettle and slice up the cake

Let’s give the old bastard a really good wake.

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© 2012   J Cosmo Newbery

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