Phill Williams wrote:Robin and his merry men
went dancing in the Duck and Hen
when the bard stopped playing they screamed "AGAIN"
he was too afraid to offend
so once again picked up his harp
an arrow straight and oh so sharp
buried deep inside his heart
"a murder" went up the cry
it was not me, that is a lie
I've been set up said little John
the true assassin has left and gone
my word he didn't play that bad
said all but Robin of the tuneless bard
let's all depart and search the woods
for surely he must have stole some goods
I bet he's stashed them `neath a tree
some glittering gold I would happy be
if I came across this treasure sure
to line my nest said Robin Hood
not so much a robin he...
is more of a magpie
Good one Phill.
I met a Scottish man.
Who on introduction said.
My name is Robin Herd.
This man from Great Britain.
With whom a local lass he was smitten
He purred and called her his kitten.
This made Marion his kitten loved him even more.
He finally got married to her.
After everyone said marry him Marion.
On day of receiving wedding invite with his kitten about to be new last name written.
I thought this is absurd..
It was not written as Herd
It was then it hit me that I had misunderstood.
I couldn’t see the trees for the wood.
I cant Kiwi pronounce the names of people in my neighbourhood.
I have heard, Herd instead of Hood.
It was now I understood.
His name was really Robin Hood.
Hope that’s not too absurd.
My poem play on a word misheard.
Before those men in white coats manacle me.
Take me away from here and my play words.
I know many others hath most certainly could have done this better than me.
Hope there is someone else around.
Who would like to have a play.
Before this post goes away.
