Wednesday, 24 April 2013

West End début

I made my West End début last Friday at the Seven Dials Club in Covent Garden, London. Performed two poems - Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith - and this one by my own hand:

West End début

“Is there anybody there?” said the traveller,
I came up here on the tube,
I've been trying to think of a rhyme,
And Alex has warned me not to be too rude,

Oh fff.., oh shhh..., oh bother,
I have a confession to make,
Sans expletives I've nothing to entertain you,
Your sides I simply cannot make ache,

This is my West End debut,
But of material I find I'm quite short,
I'm on verse three at the moment,
And that's surely three longer than I ought,

I will not detain you any longer,
I know you're all here for singing and fun,
I hope you don't feel it's been time wasted,
That's it, time's up, I'm done.

© Martin Wiesner 2013

Also heard that night was the wonderful a capella singer Nicolette Corcoran.

Monday, 8 April 2013

A Short Ditty ...

... entitled "I'm not the resident poet"

I'm not the resident poet,
I'm the resident poet's friend,
My poems are short and pithy,
His bloomin' never end.

© Martin Wiesner 2013

As performed yesterday by the author at the Watford Dialup, along with a recital of Rudyard Kipling's If.

Wednesday, 3 April 2013


Oh dear, someone seems to have upset Professor Myers again...

The c-word

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Counting song

One inch,
Two inches,
Five inches,
We got rid of imperial,
Heaven knows when.

One foot,
Two feet,
Nine feet ten.
Who uses metric?
Not us real men.

One metre,
Two metres,
Three metres,
What type of mess,
Does a decimal make?

One litre,
Two litres,
Six litres, ten.
Mixed all together,
In one giant cake!

©Martin Wiesner 2013

Monday, 1 April 2013

Come to the edge ...

Come to the edge, we said
And they said no, it's too high
Come to the edge we said
And they said, no, we will fall
Come to the edge we said
And they very reluctantly came
And we pushed
And they flew
Guillaume Apollinaire 26 August 1880 – 9 November 1918