NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 5

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 5
We’ve been in the trenches for a few days, and so Mark Stratton says it’s time to get personal! Here’s Mark’s prompt for Day #5:
Make your poetry personal. I mean, it already is, right? It’s thoughts, observations, deep, dark, personal feelings and stories dressed up in pretty words and oblique descriptions. You get it, and some others get it.
Still others see it as something else entirely, which is great, honestly. We have our own set of filters our lives go through, and this influences how we interpret things. It is part of what makes reading poetry fun and interesting for me.
Today, let’s make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. A poet I know has written (and continues to write) a series of poems based on this principle, and I shamelessly ripped it off (with permission, of course) and made a poem I called “Sasha.” Sasha is many things, all at the same time, yet all are Sasha/poetry to me.
So it’s your turn. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem (that) suits your view or vision.

NATASHA
I wrote mine about Natasha, I've mentioned her before in Whatever happened to the corner shop and in Surveillance. Today I asked her what she thought about poets, and she said 'they talk to themselves all day long.' So I wrote down what she said and everytime she said themselves I changed the word to Natasha. It's a bit experimental, so I hope you like it.
HERE GOES:

I HATE POETS

I hate poets she said, they talk to Natasha all day

and when they're not talking to Natasha
they're talking about Natasha

I wish I could get a job like that.

Poets are boring Natasha stiff
they're too self indulgent

they spend all their time looking at Natasha

their poetry's not creative, it's just reflective

like the image of Natasha they see in the mirror.

NATASHA

AH SATAN!

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NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 4

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 4
Nelle Lytle encourages you to keep going with your NaPoWriMo poems by writing inside-out or outside-in. She says: I watch too much HGTV, so I have learned (very well) about bringing the outdoors inside and also turning outside spaces into rooms (which is, apparently, more than putting the old sofa out on the front porch).
In our case, writing inside out (or outside in) means setting your physical or metaphorical inner bits out of doors,  to be walked around and looked at from odd angles, as if they were monuments or mailboxes (as an example).  Or it could be transforming your internal organs into flowers or letting a pack of four-year-old’s (human or otherwise) loose in your attic. Write a poem today that illustrates your idea of what is inside-out.

Here's mine:
Using the theme 'inside out' I immediately thought of a NaiSaiKu because the title is in the middle instead of at the top.

So here goes:

Vegetables scream

at the Vegan Kitchenette

IN HER LIVING ROOM

at the Vegan Kitchenette

vegetables scream

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NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 3

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY 3

It’s daunting to take on a commitment as large as NaPoWriMo, but here you are. Today is Day 3, and you are facing your fears. RWP member Joseph Harker thinks there’s a poem in that; here’s his prompt for you:
Write about something that scares you. It could be tarantulas or your significant other cheating on you or an existential fear of the unknown so long as it unsettles you. Describe it in the most vivid language possible!
Sometimes by articulating our fears, we strip them of their power. (But don’t go too far! A little fear is good to have.)
Here's mine:

SKULL THUGGERY DIY

Scared afraid of Black and Decker doctors

Doctors chasing me with knives and hammers

Hammers hitting chisels into my skull

Skull thuggery that’s what those doctors do

Do they have to tell you that you might die

Die if you have the op - die if you don’t

Don’t they know that I’m scared stiff already

All ready to have your operation?

Operation knives are sterilised phew!

Phew, there’s no turning back they’re going through

Through my head to improve my brain remove...

Remove my brain? they’ve got to find it first

First thing I thought when they told me of this

This is the worst thing DIY I’m scared.

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NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 2

NAPOWRIMO DAY 2
It’s Day 2! And Read Write Poem member Therese Broderick has a great prompt for you. (Please don’t expect the introductions to all of our NaPoWriMo prompts to rhyme):

If you love acronyms as I do, your mind has already shortened “Read Write Poem” into “RWP.” But the three letters RWP form known acronyms for at least 31 other phrases, including “Random Weird Person” and “Right Wing Pundits.”
Today’s writing prompt is to type the letters RWP into the abbreviation search field at Acronym Attic and write a poem inspired in any way by one or more of the resulting phrases. You don’t have to use the words from the phrase in your poem, but you can if they fit. GLWI (Good Luck With It)!

Here's mine :

RANDOM WRITING PROMPTER

Cher can prompt something wry.

Writer sings random prompt 

prompts wry prompter ranting.

Sings prompt, ran writer home.

Come sing her prompt, wry rant.

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NaPoWriMo 2010 Day 1

NAPOWRIMO 2010 DAY ONE
The Read Write Poem prompt:
First up on our prompt-writing roster is Donna Vorreyer, who answered our call for prompts with immediate enthusiasm. Thank you Donna; thank you to all our members who provided prompts!
Donna says she uses this idea all the time for both herself and her students to force new language and connections into drafts.

1. Put your iPod or iTunes (or other mp3 player) on shuffle. (If you don’t have a music player that shuffles, you can choose CD or album titles at random from your collection by writing several titles down on little slips of paper … works the same way.)
2. Write down the first five titles that come up. No cheating allowed!
3. Use all five titles to draft a new poem. They have to be used intact — you can interrupt them with punctuation, but you may not remove or change words.

Shuffle away — the more eclectic your music collection, the better!




Here's my titles: 
Sergeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, Bohemian Rhapsody, Coney Island Baby, Five Little Speckled Frogs, Where Do You Go To My Lovely.

And my poem:

CONEY ISLAND

watching her every move

waiting to pounce

as she staggers

to bohemian rhapsody

she’s no coney island baby

he thinks as she

slowly inches her way

through the crowds

towards the floor

taking his chance he asks

where do you go to my lovely?

she lights a cheroot

who’s askin’ colonel bogey?

fancy a quick dance?

he pushes for a response

five little speckled frogs?

leave it out will yuh

who are yuh anyway

sergeant peppers lonely

hearts club band or what?

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NaPoWriMo 2010

NaPoWriMo 2010
Okay it's nearly April and that means NaPoWriMo which stands for National Poetry Writing Month. The idea is to write a poem for each day of April. I will be writing one each day on this blog, and posting it to my Proper Joe's bloggage. You can find out more about NaPoWriMo and how you can participate by clinking~the~link to Maureen's site.
IN THE MEANTIME
While you're waiting for this years poem's you can of course check out last years entries. Mine are all listed in the side-bar with clickable links to each day. Then again, if you've already read them, you'll find a new one below that I only wrote today. I've thrown in a few Geordie words for good measure, please let me know if you like it.

SKINNY DIPPIN'
I'm gannin down to Whitley Bay
To my hinney in her pink pinny.
We'll climb the light-hoose every day
and live on Fish 'n' Chips.
Me North Sea skinny dippin' hinney
she'll flash her bits to passin' ships
and the Limey sailors on the briney
will toss their caps an' shout 'Cor Blimey!'
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We posted an article, "100 Best Poetry Blogs" (http://www.accreditedonlinecolleges.com/blog/2010/100-best-poetry-blogs/). I just thought I'd share it with you in case you thought it would appeal to your readers. I am happy to let you know that your site has been included in this list.

 Please scroll down the right hand side bar where you can clink-the-links to over 200 of my poems.

You can read my current work on my Proper Joe's blog

Nice to see you here, and many thanks for reading this.

Never say Never...

Just when you thought it was safe to ignore me...

BUY MY BOOK
Okay, so you've got loads of money and nothing to spend it on, right? Well look no further, this is your opportunity to BUY MY BOOK . You see, I've got a few of my little poetry books that I used to sell for beer money (at the different pub-poetry nights that I used to attend). The one I'm selling here, right now to YOU is called PROPER TROG and OTHER NURSERY NONSENSE and it's a little rhyming thingy that I wrote for my son, when he was a baby. It's going to cost you £2.95 post paid, if you live in the UK or £3.95 for any place else. And here's the deal - You simply send the dosh to my publisher and he'll mail you the goods by return post. But wait, there's more... Like you I don't NEED the money, but I know somebody who does, so for each book we sell I will donate the full cover price of £2.95 GBP to my fave charity MANCHESTER ATAXIA and pay any extra postage that is necessary out of my own pocket. Right, how many copies DO YOU WANT? Oh yes, my Publisher is RAWPRINTZ MANCHESTER.. and you can e-mail him at: propertrog@aol.co.uk

NaPoWriMo April 2009

It's been an interesting month, and I've managed to both read and write a lot of new poetry. The idea of napowrimo is for poets to write a poem a day, for the thirty days of April. Napowrimo stands for national poetry writing month, and is of course an American thing. I took part in it this year, but tried to keep a low key, apart from posting a new poem each day, on this blog. I say that it's been an interesting month because, although my poetry wasn't brilliant, I did manage to dream up The American Sandwich game, and set up a new blog for it. This of course was directly inspired by my participating in napowrimo. So, congratulations to everybody who took part this year, and to those who didn't, I thoroughly recommend that you have a go next year.
-Andy Sewina

NaPoWriMo (30) Totally Optional Prompts

Written for Totally Optional Prompts - Exercise
and NaPoWriMo day thirty

The American Sandwich game... Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.

Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

Here's mine:

BALLS
She threw a pail of ball pond balls, from Toys No Fuss, all over the floor.
Stretching like a potato picker, she snatched them up, two at a time.
She continued to do this, until she had had enough exercise.
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NaPoWriMo (29) Three Word Wednesday

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-nine
and inspired by and posted to 3WW
CXXXV the words this week are:
Opportunity, Quarrel, and Service.

Firstly, a 'Found' American Sentence.
I use the word 'Found' in the sense that it was written before Allen Ginsberg's proclamation of the seventeen syllable sentence.
EPITAPH
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O death!
Virginia Woolf 1882-1941

The American Sandwich game... Flash Fiction in 51 syllables, with a poetic filling.

Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.
Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

Here's mine:

THE WAR HERO
Despite his upbringing, he graduated with a first class degree.
This was his opportunity to be of service to the nation.
On the battlefield, he was a hero, I have no quarrel with that.
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NaPoWriMo (28)

Written for NaPoWriMo day 28
and The American Sandwich game

THE END?
At one twenty one am, on twelve twenty-one, twenty twelve, we go.
The Ancients can't be wrong, they've already predicted so much before.
But, is this really the end, or did they just run out of rock to smoke?
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NaPoWriMo (27) Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-seven
and for Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
Inspired by Gautami Tripathy

Mundane meltdown mood
cream and chocolate sprinkles
on triple sundae
TRIPLE SUNDAE
my Sunday tipple
vodka, creme de banana
melts moody Monday
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NaPoWriMo (26) Sunday Scribblings

Written for NaPoWriMo day 26
Inspired by Sunday Scribblings - 'Follow' prompt:

Here's mine:

THEY FOLLOW
Uni-ted in Lublin Warsawza and Dublin
Uni-ted are big in Hong Kong

Uni-ted are thunder, they cheer from Down Under
Uni-ted are strong in Korea

Uni-ted Uni-ted from Bang Kwok to Blighty
Uni-ted they sing in Cadiz

But down my street we all follow the blues
Home, away, win, or lose

‘Cos you know what they say down my end,
well me and my mates anyway

There’s two big teams in Manchester;
City and City reserves
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NaPoWriMo (25) Saturday Scribes & ReadWritePoem

Written for NaPoWriMo day 25
I got the inspiration for this twin poem from two sources
Firstly from a prompt I saw on readwritepoem:
‘A woman left a poem for the milkman instead of a note.’
And secondly from the Saturday Scribes prompt:
Write a twin poem. With the theme; ‘What we need.’

My Mad Method: I wrote two poems, 1, a note for the milkman,
2, a little love poem. Then I cut out each line with a pair of
Scissors and randomly reconstructed the poems, the result is below.

WRONG NOTE
I wrote a note For the milkman
Two pints of sterra For the acrobat
A bokkle of orange To take to work
A pint of Jersey milk For her cornflakes
And a dirty big carton Packed with cream
Not the whatsit fingy Not that thin stuff
But the proper job Deep Devon clotted
A lump of sugar A slice of saffron cake
To suck in the rain The Hog’s pudding’s rising
This is a wish list
But somehow you know He got this poem instead
What we need is this I love you when I wake
I love you when I ache I love you in the morning
You’re my favourite Cup cake, butter fingers
If the truth be known
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NaPoWriMo (24) The American Sandwich

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-four.

Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
Also linked this to Saturday Scribes
and any suggestions please?

How to play The American Sandwich game:
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.

Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

Here's mine:

WILL MY LOVE
I carved a message on your tree, I put it there for all and sundry.
A heart, an arrow, and my name linked to yours, perhaps eternally.
Maybe, I should have waited, will my love be reciprocated?
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NaPoWriMo (23) Totally Optional Prompts

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-three
and The American Sandwich game
Inspiration from Linda at
Totally Optional Prompts

How to play The American Sandwich game:
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences.

Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables.
Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

RYTHM STICK
Hit me with a feather, not the one that's tied to the end of your string.
Not one that's heavier than the final straw that broke the Camel's back.
Hit me with your rythm stick, and I'll write poetry for you that rhymes.
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NaPoWriMo (22) Three Word Wednesday

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-two
and The American Sandwich game
inspired by 3WW the words this week are:
Deceit, Indulge and Oath.

Here's mine:
THREE WORD WHATSIT
"Here's your deceit, sir," said the man at the Fiddlers Ferry gas station.
"Hey, Mac, I asked for a receipt, what part of that don't you understand?"
"Sorry, sir, indulge me, I've taken the oath to play Three Word Whatsit!"
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NaPoWriMo (21) Tuesday NaisaiKu ReadWritePoem

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty-one
Posted to ReadWritePoem
and The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Vingt-et-un, Pontoon!
Twenty-first century rocks!!
TWENTY-ONE TODAY
Twenty-first century rocks!!
Vingt-et-un, Pontoon!
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The Venetian Church
Looking down on the canal
SCAFFOLDING GOES UP
Looking down on the canal
The Venetian Church
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NaPoWriMo (20) Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Written for NaPoWriMo day twenty
inspired by a picture on Anil Sawan's blog
and posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited

The American Sandwich have you tasted it yet?
Write a piece of flash fiction in just three American Sentences. Allen Ginsberg's American Sentence has seventeen syllables. Your task is to use as few words as possible to fill the sandwich.

ROCK EYES
I look into her eyes and the more I look the more I start to see. Her right lines up with my left, incredibly I wait for her to blink. I sit quietly contemplating as the weather erodes the rock.
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NaPoWriMo (19) Sunday Scribblings "Language"

Written for Sunday Scribblings - Language prompt:

An American Sandwich

PURE POETRY
Biblical Babylonia was the melting pot of languages. The Language I speak today is English in one form or another. But the language of my heart is the language of love, pure poetry.

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NaPoWriMo (18) Saturday Scribes

Written for NaPoWriMo day eighteen
and the Saturday Scribes prompt.
The theme this week is Listen
and the given words are
Fence, Eggshell, Ocean and Strum.

SPLISH
SPLASH
Splish
Splash the paint
all over the fence
eggshell white
Wait for it to dry
Ocean Boulevard
Splash
Thump the drum
thrumming with your thumb
strum the strings
Contemplate her cry
Crescendo Cascade
Splish
Splash splish...
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Please note:
Eggshell White, Ocean Boulevard and Crescendo Cascade are all shades of paint.
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NaPoWriMo (17) Saturday Scribes

Written for NaPoWriMo day seventeen
and posted to Saturday Scribes

DIE IF YOU DO
(DIE IF YOU DON'T)
Cut me, carve me up
and do what you will
with my body when I'm gone

Slash me and slice me
but you won't get my soul
in no hole in the ground

'cos I'll be gone, long gone
back to Tiny Tree, the place
that I came from

I'll be floating again
you won't find my mind
when you disect my brain

If I'm gone by September
I urge you to remember
to recall

You're a long time dead
and like the good book said:
You only get one chance

'cos I'll be gone, long gone
back to the place that I
came from, Tiny Tree

Die if you do, die if you don't
there ain't no wish this
why that or want
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If you do
I don't wanna die
IF YOU DON'T
die wanna don't if
do you I
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NaPoWriMo (16) Totally Optional Prompts

Written for Totally Optional Prompts
and NaPoWriMo day sixteen

Haunted House Picture
My son Jack and his bandmates Daniel and Branko
are in the pictures. You can click on the first photo
to see the next one etc. There are eleven pictures.

THE
HAUNTED
HOUSE
You wouldn't want
to stay there
for the night

You wouldn't want
to stay there
for too long

The Haunted
House Hotel -
I don't think so

The windows
are bricked up
just like the doors

And nothing's
changed for twenty
years or more

Nic asked if we
could buy it
once but no

The powers
that be said:
it's listed you see

and ordinary
folks can't live
with ghosts

you'll have to
stay back there
across the road
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NaPoWriMo (15) Three Word Wednesday

Written for NaPoWriMo day fifteen
Inspired by Lou Reed Vicious and
3WW CXXXIII
the words this week are:
Allure, Perch and Vivid

Here's mine:

Yeah, you're so vivid
you allure me every hour
Don't fall off your perch
FLOWER
Don't fall off your perch
you allure me every hour
Yeah, you're so vivid
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NaPoWriMo (14) Tuesday NaisaiKu ReadWritePoem

Written for NaPoWriMo day fourteen
Prompted at ReadWritePoem and
posted to The NaisaiKu Challenge?

Trip of a lifetime
Travel at the speed of thought
WHY WAIT FOR WINTER
Travel at the speed of thought
Trip of a lifetime
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NaPoWriMo (13) Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Written for NaPoWriMo day thirteen
and posted at Monday Poetry Train Revisited

whatamigonnado?

thirteen is left right left

but I wanna right left right

try as I might I can't

start or end on right

left right left leaves me

stuck on thirteen with you

whatamigonnado?

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NaPoWriMo (12) Sunday Scribblings

Written for the Sunday Scribblings prompt - Scary
and for NaPoWriMo day twelve :

55ARY

She gives me that look

that says she knows

that I know

that she knows

and that’s not scary

but this is when

she gives me that look

that says she knows

that I know that

she knows that she knows

that I know

and that’s really scary

I hope it doesn’t scare you too…

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NaPoWriMo (11) Saturday Scribes & Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Written for NaPoWriMo day eleven :
and posted to Saturday Scribes
and Monday Poetry Train Revisited

MY SECRET
I go to my secret place
in the poetry garden
not many people know this
but you know all my secrets
anyway so it’s okay
my poetry patch really
where I grow poetic things
my favourite are the weeds
I cultivate them ad hoc
in my mind, but they grow theirs
naturally as nature goes
sometimes I will cut an edge
perhaps prune a word or three
mostly I just watch things grow
climb up the poet tree
and sit atop the branches
where the fairies swing is tied
to watch them mirror dancing
(they only tire at sunset)
when I come back down to earth
this is the poem that wrote itself
it told me to write it down like this
making monkey mayhem funky madness
sitting up the poet tree writing down
every word that she whispers to me
the secret of the ages of the rings
the way the wordy wordy wordy sings
and everything she brings from where she comes
and where she goes nobody really knows
she recites her wordy words to my world
and my world doesn’t hear a thing she says
(the wind blows her words whispering to me)
she sister
she secret
society
she says silently – hoping I can hear
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NaPoWriMo (10) Read WritePoem

Written for NaPoWriMo day ten
and posted to ReadWritePoem

He came 'cos he was sent like we came to die, he came to show us why.

He came like we came
but he came to show us why
we came and to die

Like we came to do
but I don't know why do you
remember? me too!

Good Friday
we crucified him
JESUS CHRIST
we crucified him
Good Friday
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NaPoWriMo (9) Totally Optional Prompts

Written for Totally Optional Prompts
and NaPoWriMo day nine:

I played around with the following W words:
Weight way Witches Wizards Wicca want wake
wonder with who whey wax wane world
why wait and warmonger and came up with this:

LIKE LITTLE
MISS MUFFET

I can't take the weight of
your world on my shoulders
why do you wait
for delirium tremens
you wake up with angels
and dream about demons
why do you go
the warmonger way?
At Witches and Wizards
and Wicca you wonder
I don't want you to wax
or the full moon to wane
I want you to be
like Little Miss Muffet
who sat on a tuffet
with her curds and whey
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NaPoWriMo (8) Three Word Wednesday

Written for 3WW CXXXII
and NaPoWriMo day eight.
Todays words at 3WW are:
Flirt Ploy Stunning
Here's mine:

I TELL PORK-PIES

truth by definition is absolute

relative truth is what you tell your mum

sometimes your dad when he lends you his car

stunning as the truth may be it can’t lie

perhaps it’s just my imagination

sometimes I tell pork-pies to flirt with you

quizzical as a hanging judge you think

and decide before I ask you what for

how did Modigliani paint like that

what did Australia used to be called

if you could sail to Tahiti would you

the stuff of life is a little bit like

your own ploy of skirting round the issue

but the truth is still waiting to be told

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NaPoWriMo (7) Tuesday NaisaiKu

Written for NaPoWriMo day Seven
and The NaisaiKu Challenge?

As sprightly as spring
Only in America
NaPoWriMo, Phew!
ONLY IN AMERICA
NaPoWriMo, Phew!
Only in America
As sprightly as spring
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