Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Poetic Injustice

I must go down to see one day
This wall built by some guy
They say it's tall and built of stone
I wonder if it's dry 

I should go down to check one day 
And see how it was made
And if it's all done perfectly 
All shaped and coursed dry laid 

I must inspect this wall of his
I'm sure he built it wrong 
With stones an amateur would use 
Not square or straight or long   

I'll see a wall I must not like
All running joints I bet
Who cares it's lasted ninety years 
It still might fall down yet.