Margo Roby has a very enticing prompt for her Tuesday Tryout today. She wants us to write a poem about everything we want. According to my Mum (and probably every Mum) I Want Doesn’t Get. However, here’s
My unexpurgated wish list
I want a new body
without painful bits, with a well-ordered heart.
New eyes and ears would be good.
A few extra inches of leg would come in handy –
well, not handy exactly! Useful.
I want more energy,
and more hours in the day to use it.
I’d love some new clothes,
elegant, suited to the new slim leggy body.
And that’s just for me.
I want this lovely temperate autumn weather
to continue all year round,
with rain at night and sun by day.
I want some lots of sensible, incorruptible
politicians to run the world for the good of all.
I want enough to eat for everyone
but not too much for anyone.
I want worthwhile jobs for all
and the will and ability to do them.
I want love and laughter to prevail
over bad temper, crime, cruelty and yobbery,
and an end to the evils of snobbery.
And I want a new rhyming dictionary –
only one rhyme in all this wanting: for shame!