As promised here is the poem written for some-one called Nicholas aka Nick celebrating his reaching the big 40. A mariner for a short time, city worker and now trying to keep us all safe. I tried to use as many words ending with ‘nic’ as possible so that the poem still made sense.
IN THE NICK OF TIME
An embryonic poem,
But not sermonic,
You might say
Symphonic
About our Nick.
I began to panic,
Was nearly
Histrionic, as words went
Supersonic and
Orbited like a Sputnik
Around my brain.
It was no picnic,
Until I completed
This electronic poem,
About our Nick.
In his younger days
Oceanic,
In a lifestyle, bionic,
but now
Adonic in his tunic,
And oh so
Photogenic
When investigating cases,
Sometimes demonic,
Sometimes harmonic.
His family and
Friends, platonic,
All say
“Nick you’re a tonic.”
So,
Now you’ve reached the big Four O
Enjoy being naughty
At 40.
There you are, and when another person heard of this poem she asked if I could write one for her husband Roger. I certainly had fun with that and it will appear later in the month.