Anon.

Anon.

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

Anon has writ but many a good verse

From village, fields and fens,

But none so cruel as that he wrote

About Sir Patrick Spens.

 

He wandered near, he wandered far

And hid from all of us,

Some verse he would disguise by signing

‘By Anonymous.’

 

In Scotland he cast off his yoke

And first began to sing,

By Tom ‘O Bedlam’s starry skies

He lay there, wondering.

 

He told us of John Barleycorn

Slain on the threshing floor,

And while he wrote, he told his wife

Get Up and Bar the Door.

 

He hid within a gypsy camp

And watched them cut Green Broom,

The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies took

His wife, that afternoon.

 

Was he a Laird, or just a man

There’s no-one left to tell,

For on the road he stumbled on

The Wife of Usher’s Well.

 

She told him of her wail and woe

The loss of her sons three,

How they’d set sail the week before

Upon the burly sea.

 

And so he scribbled down, Anon,

The sorrow in each life,

Of she who would not wash nor spin

For the Wee Cooper of Fife.

 

I’ll track him well, I’ll track him down

I fear for this Anon.,

He’s not been seen for many a year,

I fear he may be gone!

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2013 David Lewis Paget


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This is so funny, I reminds me of a jokey song about Many Others...they keep going to shows to catch a glimpse of her but never could find her..same with Anon. Many others was not a person..anon means they do not know or the person does not want to be revealed..you really come up with some doosies Mate..Katihe

Posted 8 Years Ago


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A frought and agled piece that glides for the reader.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Great story.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Oh he's alive and well and still writing...He cloaks himself in mystery/He could be you; he could be me...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so funny, I reminds me of a jokey song about Many Others...they keep going to shows to catch a glimpse of her but never could find her..same with Anon. Many others was not a person..anon means they do not know or the person does not want to be revealed..you really come up with some doosies Mate..Katihe

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hes still writing I gather... ;-D

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

one of the best writers and storytellers of all time. A. Nony Mous....replete in his wisdom and guaranteed a place of notoriety in the annals of literature. i shall cherish these writes forever. well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I wonder... !

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A collection of anonymous writes through history... Very fine work! Makes me want to become Anon...
If the write could stand on it's own and roam beyond the boundaries of the writer...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I thought you might have sent this through annonymously. Very cool.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cute. A quick and funny poem with a nice flow.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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