A pair of newly purchased, round lens glasses <br />That now perch steadfast and proud <br />upon my brow <br /> <br />Endow me the rather amusing mien… <br />of a startled, outraged and somewhat <br />surprised barn owl <br /> <br />A matted mane of shaggy grey hair <br />And a tiny flagrant bald spot <br />Poised defiantly there <br /> <br />Demanded that my eccentric appearance <br />Should be given <br />an upward rachet <br /> <br />So to be more in keeping <br />With Burns, Bierce and <br />“Bob Cratchett” <br /> <br />For it’s a rigid requirement <br />For old poets <br />To seem <br /> <br />Like a character, <br />stepped out of… <br />“A mid-summers night dream” <br /> <br />So I look in my mirror <br />Perch my round lenses <br />To the tip of my nose <br /> <br />Peer solemnly down that <br />Aquiline feature… and strive to <br />Strike… a perfect poetic pose <br /> <br />I’m perfectly eccentric now! ! What with my shaggy mane… <br />my round lensed glasses, my bushy eyebrows… <br />And my baggy clothes. <br /> <br />And now, being perfectly equipped, I must buckle down… <br />with an extremely proper, literary, dusty frown <br />And write some very eccentric prose<br /><br />David Whalen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-eccentricity-and-poetry/
