Mr. Philosopher
1895.7.24-1985.12.7
Old Mr. Philosopher
Comes for Ben and Claire,
An ugly man, a tall man,
With bright-red hair.
The books that he's written
No one can read.
"In fifty years they'll understand:
Now there's no need.
"All that matters now
Is getting the fun.
Come along, Ben and Claire;
Plenty to be done."
Then old Philosopher,
Wisest man alive,
Plays at Lions and Tigers
Down along the drive--
Gambolling fiercely
Through bushes and grass,
Making monstrous mouths,
Braying like an ass,
Twisting buttercups
In his orange hair,
Hopping like a kangaroo,
Growling like a bear.
Right up to tea-time
They frolic there.
"My legs are wingle,"
Says Ben to Claire.
DayPoems Poem No. 2718
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2718.html">Mr. Philosopher by Robert Graves</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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