Here’s my ‘Ode to George and Tony’ which is one of the works in progress referred to in my previous entry.
For Horace lovers I trust you’ll get the connections, for others, I hope you enjoy the puns anyway.
Ode to George and Tony
(after Horace Ode 1.6 Scriberis Vario)
If only we had Owen or Sassoon:
such fighting poets keep an eagle eye.
They’d see two nations going it alone
and knock our bare-faced courage into line.
Tony, I’ll never claim to understand
nor try to write in praise of your success.
Our views ignored, we soldier up with George;
put mass destruction theories to the test.
But me, I’m just a mediocre poet,
I scratch out words on scraps of information.
I leave important issues to the ‘biggies’
and marvel at the topics put in motion.
Were I to try and honour you, with say
a sonnet, well it wouldn’t help a bit.
My baby-rhymes would likely undermine
your triumphs, and I’d make you look unfit.
The daily grind of husbands, wives and poets,
I’ll peck around at those, that’s more my class.
Then sometimes when I’m out and on the razzle
I’ll ditch the dead and raise a victory glass.