Here's this weeks prompt.
PUSHING DAISY
Drive all night, the things you do
Try to make your dreams come true
Up and down the frog and toad
Load on load, load up, unload.
Then one day out of the blue
Some rich aunt you barely knew
Throws a spanner up and croaks
So now you’re no longer broke.
Your heart beats a zillion times
Slow it down, the hall clock chimes
Tick tock, tick tock, tic tac toe,
Tick tock, tick tock, tic tac toe.
This life’s cruel, but it’s no joke
They think you’re a proper bloke
From a self-made millionaire
To someone who really cares.
Yeah yeah, big bird, she loves you
Bet she loves your money too
Easy come and easy go
She’s expensive, don’t you know?
Auntie Maisie pushing daisy
Why would she really bother
If she thought that you were lazy
She could give it to another.
To your sister, to your brother
To your friend, or to your lover
Pull your finger out go crazy
Flip-flop, flip-flop, hand-stand, daze me!
Auntie rich bitch Maisie maybe
Shirley, twirly wirly, Sadie
Ride up and down the bed post cold
Till every single thing is sold
All the antiques and the new stuff
Sent to the auction off the cuff
And all the staff were told to leave
If only you could start to grieve.
Drive all night, the things you do
Try to make your dreams come true
Up and down the frog and toad
Load on load, load up, unload.
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Drive all night, the things you do
Try to make your dreams come true
Up and down the frog and toad
Load on load, load up, unload.
Then one day out of the blue
Some rich aunt you barely knew
Throws a spanner up and croaks
So now you’re no longer broke.
Your heart beats a zillion times
Slow it down, the hall clock chimes
Tick tock, tick tock, tic tac toe,
Tick tock, tick tock, tic tac toe.
This life’s cruel, but it’s no joke
They think you’re a proper bloke
From a self-made millionaire
To someone who really cares.
Yeah yeah, big bird, she loves you
Bet she loves your money too
Easy come and easy go
She’s expensive, don’t you know?
Auntie Maisie pushing daisy
Why would she really bother
If she thought that you were lazy
She could give it to another.
To your sister, to your brother
To your friend, or to your lover
Pull your finger out go crazy
Flip-flop, flip-flop, hand-stand, daze me!
Auntie rich bitch Maisie maybe
Shirley, twirly wirly, Sadie
Ride up and down the bed post cold
Till every single thing is sold
All the antiques and the new stuff
Sent to the auction off the cuff
And all the staff were told to leave
If only you could start to grieve.
Drive all night, the things you do
Try to make your dreams come true
Up and down the frog and toad
Load on load, load up, unload.
01062+10
Without Boundaries
The queen is dead - long live the queen... or maybe not.
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic.All those rhyming couplets with a good tale thrown in!
ReplyDeleteA tour de force. I particularly like the occasional use of cockney rhyming slang.
ReplyDeleteA tour de force. I particularly like the occasional use of cockney rhyming slang.
ReplyDeleteThe rhymes really push the story at a pleasing clip, and I like how you brought it full circle.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many people who win the lottery (or an inheritance) really are happy. I know I would be. This was, for me, a crazy, slightly manic, wonderful slide down a long pole to an end that took me right back up to the top! Great.
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Andy, this has pub-song, sung in a group, written all over it. But you probably already thought of that...
ReplyDeleteA grand response to the prompt here in this enchanting poem. It's crisp and teasing and wonderfully entertaining!
ReplyDeleteI love the rhyming and slang. This is a delightful piece that dances with energy. Great writing!
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