On my blog today my poem is ‘just a little bit of silliness really’ as Peter Llewlyn says in that beautiful film Finding Neverland.
Why is a chilli, called a chilli
Especially when it’s hot?
Why are things called things
That perhaps they are not?
Maybe a banana really is a pear
And what about a circle
Maybe it’s a square.
Who gets to think up all the
Two hundred and twenty-eight thousand,
One hundred, and thirty two words
In the Oxford Dictionary?
I really think it’s quite unfair
That not one belongs to me.
Eithne Reynolds ©