Though it wasn’t a serious poem, I did read something I wrote out loud to a group last night. The occasion was a farewell for one of my band-mates and everyone had been asked to write a limerick for him. I wrote a series of 5 verses printed below:

Once in our home sweet steel ban’
A tall yute from di land of pan
Turned up one day
Say he want to play
But then things just got out o’ han’

He root himself dung by di bass
Then he entered di executive race
In charge of wi pan
Was dis young trini man
Lawd ‘im could get pon wi case

Well every year carnival time
Dis tall ting was ready to lime
True him well skinny
But memba him Trini
And dem does love show dem could wine

A real Trini, he does love his rum
And he will drink till go home time come
He stan’ up real still
Pretending to chill
And trying not to fall on his bum

This Trini real know how tings run
Tho he confuse bout the rise of the sun
Whether in slippers and socks
Or studying rocks
It’s been 3 years of pure Trini fun

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