06-28-2017, 08:26 AM
First poem - published in my school magazine in 1965. I hadn't written again for more than forty years. I have a pic of it somewhere - it was illustrated by Gaelene Preston who went on to become NZ's top female film maker (who sort of discovered Sam Neill)
Emmy the Trog
Now Emmy was a trog.
Yea verily, he was a trog.
But Emmy was no ordinary trog.
Emmy marracced muchly.
(forgotten bits)
(grand finale)
singing and dancing through the dead cows
that were coming home.
Emmy the Trog
Now Emmy was a trog.
Yea verily, he was a trog.
But Emmy was no ordinary trog.
Emmy marracced muchly.
(forgotten bits)
(grand finale)
singing and dancing through the dead cows
that were coming home.
