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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SNAKE ON D.H. LAWRENCE, by N. J. WARBURTON First Line: Some creep came to my water trough Last Line: Therefore I relieved myself in the trough and left. Subject(s): Lawrence, David Herbert (1885-1930) | |||
Some creep came to my water trough And stood there, hopping from foot to foot, In his pyjamas. I knew his sort — a poet. The dark-haired ones are all right, mild drinkers perhaps, But the red-heads are liable to fly off the handle. He put the whole length of my back up, standing there Like a stick of rock. I could tell what he was thinking — 'They're all the same'. I reminded him of his penis. SoI thought, right mate, you can just wait till I've had my fill. What a nerve! To think that the whole poem of my existence Is just to be a piece of his foetid imagery! I was just framing in my mind some neat metaphor for him, When he hurled a lump of wood at me. Therefore I relieved myself in the trough and left. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LOVE: D. H. LAWRENCE by EDWARD HIRSCH BROTHER (D.H.) LAWRENCE by ANSELM HOLLO AN ELEGY FOR D.H. LAWRENCE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON LOVE: D. H. LAWRENCE by EDWARD HIRSCH AFTER D.H. LAWRENCE by DEBORAH KEENAN LADY CHATTERLEY by CATHERINE PHIL MACCARTHY TO D.H. LAWRENCE by LESLIE RICHARDSON |
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