This piece of nonsense was written for the D'Verse quadrille poetry challenge (i.e. 44 words only) with the prompt word of 'knot'. It’s not only knot knutters that are knotty and not nice and need to be knotified to the noosepapers at a rapid rate of knots but also boy scouts need to be dib … Continue reading Scouts? More like the Ging Gang Goolie Goolie gang!
Terrible Poetry
War and pizza
Written for the 42 word poetry challenge . with the prompt ward of War. The world is simply divided, armistice we are unlikely to see. There’s no-one who is undecided White flags there never will be. Pineapple is an abomination Say the denizens of the purist army, whereas pineapple proponents say pizza without it is … Continue reading War and pizza
Snarky snickersnackery
This preposterous piece of poetic puerility was written for the divine Ms. Owen's 'A Mused Poetry' prompt for this week: 'Snarky Rant. That's right: a jaded, sarcastic, fed up, perhaps even nihilistic poem in an "I stick it to you, sucky events!" manner.' I'll thank Charles Dodgson for the inspiration when next I see him. The … Continue reading Snarky snickersnackery
Words of Warning
This is my response to the prompt 'Warning Labels' from The A Mused Poetry Contest The fridge magnet letters spilled out on the table, followed by the numbers and then a WARNING label. ‘Some more advanced children may well be prone to spell out things you may not condone.’ Piffle, I snorted, as I added … Continue reading Words of Warning
An Ode to the anodyne Ms. O
Chelsea Owens has bought to an end her weekly Terrible Poetry competition because, instead of getting more terrible with each passing week, we started to sound more like people who were actually literate and punny. This is my final entry and tribute. Bring a ring o' poeters, A pocket full of poseurs, A tissue (of … Continue reading An Ode to the anodyne Ms. O
Ode to an automatic lawnmower
This is my response to the weekly Terrible Poetry contest prompt of 'a humorous end to a useful object'. Boris, as we called him, made short work of our lawn in no time at all for many a year, his whirling dervishing music to my ear. But one fateful day his brain faded away … Continue reading Ode to an automatic lawnmower
Barfing on Dad’s old army pants
This week's challenge on the world of Terrible Poetry is to parody a popular song on the the theme of Covid-19. I've chosen 'Macarthur Park' with some reluctance, having been a roadie for Jeff Duff in the distant past and was always thrilled to hear him sing this. Ah, well, anything for art. The … Continue reading Barfing on Dad’s old army pants
Re-leafing myself in public
My entry into this week's Terrible Poetry contest on the theme of spring or autumn, depending on your hemisphere. (with apologies to His Bobness) As the calendula ticks (not to be confused with cattle ticks) over to the March of the sugar plum fairies I vow to turn over a new leaf. But I … Continue reading Re-leafing myself in public
Disaster limericks
These flawed gems are in response to this week's Terrible Poetry challenge, which consists of 'stockpiling against a worldwide disaster, in limerick form'. Wine not The world is facing disaster So stock up on tuna and pasta Cache rolls for the loo Store sanitising goo And ensure your wine cellar’s vaster. Paperless society Go … Continue reading Disaster limericks
From bottom-burps to bogeys
This was written for the weekly Terrible Poetry challenge. The divine Ms. Chelsea says ‘the topic is the cute (or 'cute') things that kids say. I'll admit I'm more inspired by the parenthetical version after our dinner conversations lately. What is it with young children (perhaps just with boys) and potty humor? Do they really think … Continue reading From bottom-burps to bogeys
