This just a bit of fun nonsense that came out of a writing exercise:
A few of my favourite things
I like when a song spirals almost out of control
A wildness, a madness, yeah rock n roll
I like the heat of a scorching shower
And the geometric intricacies of some types of flowers
I like cold feet when my temperature’s raised
And do get a buzz if my poetry’s praised
I like heavy metal and I like reggae
Anything that might give you a headache
I like to live in a song for a week
I’d rather write than stand up and speak
I like to hear smart people say smart things
And for singers to sing, and funny people do their thing
That every voice is distinctive
And recognition seems instinctive
I liked the day when the nit-nurse came
And massaged my scalp
And then checked me once again
I like blue skies, and I like sky blue
And antimetaboles*, a term that’s new
Like ‘ask not what your country can do . . ‘
I like a whole raft of random things
Sea lions, and proper defending
Genuine smiles and walking for miles
Marmalade on toast and birthday post
I like the hot sweaty grip of a baby’s fingers
I couldn’t think of a rhyme so I’ll let that one linger
I like nectarines
And movies set on submarines
Femme fatales with dangerous curves
And the courage of men who kept their nerve
I like to know there’s people like you
Who make space for us, to do what we do
I like pretentiousness
slogans that sound clever,
And bad rhymes
meaning this is contrived
to finish with Trevor.
[* AN-ti-mə-TAB-ə-lee-s ]
