For Me Far Too Much Foofaraw

For me far too much foofaraw Your own conclusions on them and their work draw Though modern poets and their poems in poetry the in thing And their praises the literary critics sing. I am not an up with the times man And of them and their work I am not a fan For I do love old fashioned rhyme And my love for it goes back some time. It gives me joy to sing along With the singer of the old ballad or song The sort the travellers at the horse fairs sung Decades ago when I was young. A beautiful memory I recall Of the Millstreet Town horse fair in the Fall An ageing Irish Traveller sung Burns 'Afton water' what a joy For a nine year old country boy. In the poems of modern poets too much foofaraw for me Though with that many would disagree I love the music in the rhyme The poetry of another time.