Missive arrive
On good authority,
you will live,
If the wire you touched is not live,
You can be a driver,
Far away from the river,
If you had a fiver,
Please, spend it in Iver,
The surname of Gulliver,
Is definitely not McGiver,
For in English we always do strive,
With sounds and words that don’t forgive.
Taught what wrought not
Pertaining to the
things that I ought,
Even in the presence of much thought,
The pressures of battles I have fought,
Making me feel quite overwrought.
The creeping fear of
losing the plot,
Avoiding things done falling to rot,
Using my wits and wiles is all I got,
To ensure nothing at all goes to pot.
Finding the stream in
which to be caught,
To make for a rather better case and lot,
Even if for the work success can’t be bought,
We still strive beyond what we sought.
