From 50 unseen Rudyard Kipling poems discovered @ The Guardian
Why don't you write a play
Why don't you cut your hair?
Do you trim your toe-nails round
Or do you trim them square?
Tell it to the papers,
Tell it every day.
But, en passant, may I ask
Why don't you write a play?
What's your last religion?
Have you got a creed?
Do you dress in Jaeger-wool
Sackcloth, silk or tweed?
Name the books that helped you
On the path you've trod.
Do you use a little g
When you write of God?
Do you hope to enter
Fame's immortal dome?
Do you put the washing out
Or have it done at home?
Have you any morals?
Does your genius burn?
Was you wife a what's its name?
How much did she earn?
Had your friend a secret
Sorrow, shame or vice
Have you promised not to tell
What's your lowest price?
All the housemaid fancied
All the butler guessed
Tell it to the public press
And we will do the rest.
Why don't you write a play?
[Rudyard Kipling, 1899]
[Don Henley, 1982]
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 26, 2013 10:25 AM
Some laundry, though dirtier than others, is not seen by the media.
Posted by: Bob Agard at February 26, 2013 12:17 PMSome laundry, though dirtier than others, is not seen by the media.
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