Ern Malley Incarnate (Vegan Options Available)

This piece was written for the Terrible Poetry challenge centred on the Bard of Australia, Ern Malley . Can't think who could have alerted the charming Ms Chelsea Owens to Ern's stellar career.   ‘Now is the winter of our wet cement’ quoth Lucy in her sty with diamonds in her silk-purse ears. Meanwhile, in … Continue reading Ern Malley Incarnate (Vegan Options Available)

Perce P Cassidy and the Sunblock Kid

This was written for the Terrible Poetry prompt of the topic of anniversaries, especially diamond ones. 60 years they been ridin’ together only these days they ride by rail, Perce’s face like Nebuchadnezzar, The Kid a whiter shade of pale.   Despite all that Hollywood drivel These two are indefatigable Although The Kid has developed … Continue reading Perce P Cassidy and the Sunblock Kid

A farnarkeling good adventure

This my response to this week's Terrible Poetry challenge to create an epic poem about a great adventure.   Upon a nonce, amidst general farnarkerling, a fair maiden did set her sights on a handsome prince in tights so she could wear his ring a’sparkling.   In her way, as was her feckless fancy, she … Continue reading A farnarkeling good adventure

The Giant Mozzie of Kozzie

This piece was written for the weekly Terrible Poetry contest, using the theme 'The Big Rock Candy Mountain'. Might I humbly suggest this will romp it in. And in fact it did! https://chelseaannowens.com/2020/01/24/winner-of-the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-47/ I went searchin’ for the treasure The wealth beyond measure That would bring me great pleasure Up there in the blue azure. … Continue reading The Giant Mozzie of Kozzie

God bleakly ignoring midwinter

Thanks to my UK blog pal Bryntin , I came across this delightful site, Terrible Poetry and have submitted this entry under the prompt 'The Bleak Midwinter". The bleak midwinter arrived in the middle of winter and it was bleak. Not moor bleak; more bleak than that. The wind was keen, not in that American neat … Continue reading God bleakly ignoring midwinter