Spring is Sprung (Anonymous)
Here’s a poem I learned at school. It’s been attributed to Nash, EE Cummings or even Spike Milligan, but the consensus is that nobody knows who wrote it. I like it because it is whimsical and witty. I think my writing benefits when I don’t take myself too seriously. Read it in a Bronx accent for maximum impact.
Spring is sprung, the grass is ris.
I wonders where the birdies is.
They say the birds is on the wing.
Ain’t that absurd?
I always thought the wing was on the bird.
Picture © DJ Mac 2013, with thanks to Ian Sharman, in the school of Bob Godfrey (1921-2013), with apologies.
An anthology of modern short fiction recounting the quirkiness of the everyday, featuring DJ Mac and others.
DJ Mac is a writer based in Edinburgh, Scotland who fouters (dithers) with an itchy, scratchy pen in the moments when the bewilderment provoked by life settles. He is easily distracted by the bright pictures in his gallery.
