2015 11 – It Wasn’t Me, Mister (poem

IT WASN’T ME, MISTER

 

Oh, Poppy, why did you have to land on me,

I’m against war, didn’t you hear my

plea,

especially wars that wouldn’t be good

for me,

yet here you are on my lapel

though I’m as radical as

hell,

you said I had to consider the

nation,

who would then put me on

probation,

which means I may not be able to have

my say,

though if I’d worn the white

poppy

I might look soppy

but militarism I wouldn’t have to

obey,

so, Poppy, please fly away.

 

Wilson John Haire.