Poetry by Rhys Hughes
THE DOERS OF THAT We very rarely do this for we are the doers of that, we are almost impossible to kiss and we wear incredible hats. Yes, we are the doers of that, we tease whoever we please, we hiss at bees high in the trees and wheeze at inedible cats. To be a good doer of that it helps to swap fleas with things or flit and flap like a cricket bat that has suddenly sprouted wings. Our bicycles are truly organic with bold noses mostly titanic, mighty big sneezes plus sea breezes will trundle us along in a panic. But rather diffuse are our ears, they operate best in low gears, when listening uphill they thrill to the trill of squirrels drunk on beers. Soft are the beds we lie on, their shapes based on dandelions, slick are the knees that we freeze in cold teas and biscuity their caps. For we are the doers of that and inordinately proud of the fact. Yes, we are the doers of that, expressionless and very abstract. TWO DETECTIVE INSPECTORS The fox said to the owl “When it came to choosing a career most of my options were defective. I wanted something proactive so I was very selective and decided to become a detective because murder most fowl sounded very attractive.” “I too joined the police for gustatory reasons,” replied the bird, “and now I do battle against gangs who shoot, stab and smother. To be perfectly candid I am always enthralled when we catch them red-handed and the perpetrators rat on each other.” THE RHYME AND THE MIME The rhyme and the mime were friends but drove each other round the bend, taking it in turns. They never learned! And in the hay one day one rolled around until he was far away and the other was irate: too late to berate the fate of his mate! Which was the unfortunate explorer? Was it the quiet mime or was it the rhyme with perfect time twanging in a corner? Obviously it was the mime, otherwise logic is endangered and strangers who range on the plain will dissolve in rain. The rhyme and the mime are laughing with their little faces, eyes of the mime, sequins bright: those of the rhyme, lower case.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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