Roger Rock’s poems
Blessed with the poetic flair of Wordsworth, Keats and Byron, we are delighted to publish here, for the first time in human history, the literary genius of Roger Rock. Roger – you rock!
Piffle If I was a piffle In the nipple Of a mighty missile Or a taco In the back-o Of a sack of old tobacco I would never Get the better Of a Greta Thunberg letter Simply limply Let her languid language Lead me to regret her
The Wanker Why am I a wanker? Is it that I like to jerk? Jerking is an anchor Stops me floating off the earth Glad I’m not a banker Rotting in the grimy zoo Why am I a wanker? Haven’t got a fuckin’ clue
Silver Golden Silver Golden Golden drizzle Dribble down me As I piddle Piddle Diddle In the middle Splishing splashing As I whizzle