The prompt for this poem (pegs) took me in a peculiar direction. I think Adam Bede has spilled over a bit – don’t believe anyone who tells you that what you read (0r watch or listen to) doesn’t affect your thinking.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Me old pegs ain’t what they used to be
back when they was gams:
nicely turned, full o’ spring,
and silky soft, like lambs.
Now they’s stiff and barky tough,
with joints what creaks and groans,
but I doesn’t mind it overmuch —
they beats not havin’ none.