Reading Poetry Out Loud

My wife has gone out
with a girlfriend for the day,
so I sit and read
some of my favourite poems
out loud. Really loud!

Reading a poem out loud
brings out the musicality
of the piece.

I let my lungs rip into Larkin,
then follow with a foray
into Masefield's "Mother Carey."

I stop for tea and a toasted tea-cake
before resuming with
Bukowski's "Bluebird."

Then I venture into
Voltaire's vivid and varied verse.

I finish with a little levity,
letting out my inner lampoon,
laughing like a lunatic
at Lear's Limericks!

Then my wife arrives home
and asks, "What have you
been doing with yourself?"

"Oh, just reading quietly
in the corner,"
I reply.

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