I did a brief poem – which ended up shortlisted on the Wordsworth page in this week’s Listener. (March 7-13, 2015) We were required to take a well-known poem, and boil it down to 4-5 lines. I boiled down Dylan Thomas.
It ain’t a bloody ‘good’ night mate,
and – I don’t anticipate,
Doing anything but rage,
when I have to leave the stage!
I’d call it doggeral, except that I have a cat and he wouldn’t approve…
