The Web Poetry Corner - Stephan Hovell - His Bible
His Bible
by
Stephan Hovell
There was a man who lived his life,based on the theories of adage,He knew the bird that he had in his hand,was going to taste great with cabbage.Some people thought that he was lost,but he knew north from south,he also knew that you never do,look a gift horse in the mouth.Many said that he was stupid,that he had no brains in his scone,talk about horses,he wouldn`t go over and bolt the gate now its gone. His words were very interesting,though some were a bitter pill,like do things quietly for other people and your opinion will be yours still.He was a wealth of knowledge,he helped me with personal needs,so I stayed loyal to him as a friend,for who bites the hand that feeds?.There was much more to him,than one might think,one time when I was down,he looked at me and said hope floats,with a reassuring wink.He was never out of place in any circle,tell jokes that shake your tits,he was allways and ever appropriate,just like a glove if it fits.