RWP#33 Wordplay..

Prompt from Read Write Poem:Wordplay -
My list was: blog, Face Book, My Space, Internet, link,
word, Google, search, Yahoo, Twitter, web, site and surfing.
VIRTUAL DATE
She said, that she clinked-his-link from Google
while surfing the net with search word strudle.
He said, On Yahoo I'm at number two
over at Twitter more bitter than blue.
She said, Yeah my name is Internet Kate
and I'm looking for a virtual date.
He said, Hey anytime your blog or mine?
Or any site on the web will be fine...
She said, Please come for a drink at My Space!
A glass of wine from the virtual vine?
He said, Okay baby that would be ace
and we can do it on Face Book next time.
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TOP Summertime..

SUMMERTIME
The window is above my head
but I can see the sky and I
can study the cloud patterns and
the movement of the wind and rain.

I watched the clouds go by today,
they moved slowly from right to left
across the ever changing screen
across my living canvas too
across my four foot two by two
of window pane above my head.

The sunlight is so strong these days
it must be summertime again.
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TOP Fashionista is a beautiful rose!

Fashionista!
Fashionista! was previously aired on my Proper Joe's blog last October.
I thought it was about time I brought it over to Sweet Talking Guy..

FASHIONISTA!
Fashion-sister, skin and blister
No, she's not Budgie's bird no more,
since she's been dressing oh so slick
Hell, she's sure not nobodies chick!
And when she goes to cross the street
the cab and bus drivers honk - beep!
Her stripy tops and dots on socks
look the part with her golden locks
fashion-sister, skin and blister
can't resist her - Fashionista!
Danny Wise 231007

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THE SUGAR SHAKE BEAT
You can do The Sugar Shake Beat.
When you kiss my lips, sweet sweet.
You can shake your hips – like this…
When you’re dancing down the street
To the Sugar Beet Suite, that’s bliss,
Sublime, sweetness – little sweet Miss.
Yeah, that’s neat! Up outta yer seat!
Now you can do, The Sugar Shake Beat!

Go do The Sugar Shake Beat
Down at - The Sugar Beet Suite.
Yeah, you can dance, that’s neat,
Go do The Sugar Shake Beat.

If you wanna look cool, sweet chic.
Make me look a fool, sweet sweet.
You can shake your hips – like this…
This time really move your feet
At the Sugar Beet Suite, sweet bliss,
Red wine, sweet lips - little sweet Miss.
Hey, that’s cool! Who you gonna meet?
That’s what I call, The Sugar Shake Beat!

Chorus

The Stones were rolling out the beat.
Made Brown Sugar neat, sweet sweet.
You can shake your hips – like this…
When you’re groovin’ to the beat
Down The Sugar Beet Suite, sweet bliss,
One step, two feet. Little sweet Miss.
You’re really dancing at the Suite!
All stand up for, The Sugar Shake Beat!
DW161007 previously published on Proper Joe's

Alabama Mama..

ALABAMA MAMA
Mama once the pride of Alabama
She wants a place - she needs a place to stay
Maybe bed and board for a day or three
Hey, she keeps herself to herself no sweat
she won’t fight; she won’t get high as a kite
she won’t go down to Times Square late at night.

She’ll be at Pennsylvania station
On the train from the penitentiary
So, look out for Alabama Mama
Meet her there if you’ve got a room to spare.
She’ll be up with the lark, home before dark.
She’ll hang out and jog around Central Park
Won’t be under your feet or in your way…

The very first day she got out of jail
She went straight down to Times Square late at night.
Met phoney cronies got high as a kite
Tried to walk, talk New York, Al-a-bam-a!
Somebody hit her - somebody bit her
She got in a fight, what a fuss, a farce.
Yeah, but Alabama Mama’s alright!
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TOP 'Transformation'

ON HIGH ^High in the Andes where the air is thin
One man said he saw god step off a cloud.
Where does earth end and outer space begin?
The high-way code: No sky-walking allowed!

But with just one word he could heal the sick.
Make a stone bleed? Turn water into wine!
Move mighty mountains and make the dead quick!
Walk on water and fish without a line.

One day a crowd gathered at Galilee
Five thousand hungry souls for him to feed
He sent five loaves and two fish from the sea
When each of them had eaten to his need

His helpers went to gather up the crumbs
Enough to feed five thousand of his chums.
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TOP - "Like a Cowbird"

COOL CAT!
The cat sat on the mat
nobody told her to
she just sat there
'cos that's what cats do.
Nobody showed her
how to dig a hole
or how to catch a mouse.
She just knew what to do.
We speak to her in
English and Swahili
and she answers
with a miaow.
How clever's that?
She's a cool cat!
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While the sun shines..

Inspiration from Totally Optional Prompts 'A Person' and the cheesy chat up line;
You're so beautiful you need to take ugly pills to make you look normal..
MAKING HAY..
You’re still there with me all my waking day
and even though you say that you don’t care
I know for sure that I’m still with you there
And things don’t change from week to week do they?

Why do you try so hard to stay awake
Hey thunder thighs, just buy the next size dress
‘cos photographs can lie and cause distress
I’ve got some ugly pills that you can take

You’re beautiful in my mind anyhow
And these days nights come all to soon for me
But all my dreams are your memories now
When I awake it’s you that I do see

I can’t remember when I placed the bet
Sometimes it’s so much better to forget
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Flight.. Writers Island #30

IMAGINATION
If you can talk
you can fly...
That's what the
high fliers tell me.
They're floating man,
when they communicate.
Poets are like that.
Give them a quill,
some ink,
a moment to think!
And their imagination
takes off.
AS19396

TOP Regional Poetry

THE PARCEL POST
Eee bah gum, bonny lad
It’s a reet cowead day fer it, in’t it?

I’ll say, aye, I’ll say,
it’s a reet bit parky, allreet!

Gooun then tha’ bonny lad
Threw some wood on fear…

An’ thee mate turns up t' blow
'eater in cab o’ thirty foot wagon.

Tha’s betta, says dri-ver.
As they ‘ead t’ next drop.

Fictional Northern Accent UK..
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TOP Novelty...

Inspiration from the first chapter of Making Time by Steve Taylor.
ON THE PISTE
She went to France up
on the Piste to ski.
Down the slopes she met
a bloke A, B, C.
The pair of them got
plastered, Brahms + Liszt.
Together in his
Chalet, they bunked-up.
In the morning he
asked her with clenched fist:
Did time stop for you
too last night my sweet?
She said, No! My heart
hardly missed a beat.
TC-91107

STIX STAX TRICKS TRAX
He takes four sticks and makes a frame
and hangs it from a tree.
Then he stands back and looks at it
and he sure likes what he can see...
So, Wizzy Lizzy, or call him what you will.
But he's got an ever changing window -
on eternity - an image that only he can see...
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Pure Poetry!

THE ESCAPE
The best action film ever...
The following film is pure poetry and was made last summer by my son Jack and his friends Daniel and Robert. Jack is the one with the blonde hair and the orange shirt. There is some sound loss in a couple of places but it's well worth watching to the bitter end.

TOP Smoke and Mirrors

HOW THE BISCUIT BREAKS
A man knocks on my front door.
Have you got twenty quid you can lend me? He asks.
Go on man, please! Don’t be tight. It's nothing these days, is it?
I’m a mechanic; you can keep my tools - ‘til I pay you back.
Straight up, man. Honest! He pleads, until I give in.
He leaves a box of spanners on my doorstep and pockets the dosh.

Two days later he returns, with a bicycle.
I’ve not got your candy yet, Andy. He starts.
I’ve got a job though, he tells me. So, I need my tools back.
But you can keep my bike till I get paid – then I’ll see you right!
Trust me, man. Please! He begs, the same old script.
I hand him the spanners and put his cycle in my cellar.

The day after that, he comes back, rat a tat, tat, on my door.
Have you got another ten you can give me? He squirms.
Please man, I need it to buy food for my mum, she’s not well!
And can I borrow the bike back? So I can visit her in hospital?
You know you’ll get it back, you can trust me. Can’t you?
He takes the bicycle and a ten pound note… crumbs!
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TOP Different Voices

WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MOOD!
I hope you're not too blue,
I know it's late at night etc.
But I'm still up + when I'm up,
I'm still thinking of you...
Moody Tuesday!

TELLY GURU'S
THE HAT HE CHEWED?
Empathy? Not me,
it's pathetic how much
time they waste -
placating ego's
all over the place.
They always know
better than you -
they always will -
'til you stand up
and tell them to -
Stop talking shit!
It's a really bad attitude
that they've got -
they get it from
Telly guru's like Trinny
and What's 'er face? -
It's the way they
condescendingly say
things like -
Have a word with him!
-and -Dress down -
not up.
Full colour -
but - Not clown! -
High Street -
Not - small town.
And all the time
they force that
perfected frown -
that means so much
to their self esteem.
They can't help being cruel.
They think they're being
kind to you, by pointing
out all your facial lines...
Those Telly Guru's,
And the way they whine!
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TOP Send a message..

HOW TO CATCH A MAN
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Dilly dilly, Lavender too!

Secret incantations she chants:

We would whittle whistles with wood
We would, Willy willy, with wood.
We work with whistles, when we walk.
We would work with whistles we would!

She whispers nonsensical things
and untangles a piece of string
under the candle light she views
a ring, a room, a cat and broom
a spare chair, a candle and string.

That’s all she needs to catch a man,
she puts the gold ring on the string
and ties a knot and thinks of him.
She makes a cats cradle and chants
a secret message to her man:

Lavender's blue, Diddle diddle,
Rosemary's green.
When you are King, Diddle diddle,
I shall be Queen!
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TOP Romantic..

From my pub-poetry archive!
StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweetTalkingGuy..

JANET OR JAYNE?

(SOUNDS LIKE JANITOR JANE)
I was strolling down a country lane
when I saw a girl so I asked her name
she said Janet! or was it Jayne?

Janet or Jayne? Janet or Jayne?
did she say Janet! or did she say Jayne?

The next time I went down that lovers lane
she was standing there again
I said Janet? she said Jayne!

Janet or Jayne? Janet or Jayne?
did she say Janet! or did she say Jayne?

So that was the end of my lovers lane
I simply forgot to remember her name!
did she say Janet! or did she say Jayne?

Janet or Jayne? Janet or Jayne?
did she say Janet? No, she said Jayne!
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TOP Letter to the editor.

'DINOSAURS AND FANGS'
For attention of
Mister T Rex, Editor.
Dear Sir, Or should that be Sire? for you see in my book, T Rex is King.
Anyway, I dug up this big thing, the other day in the Jura.
I thought it was a dead hound at first, but then I found this massive tooth.
And the first thing I thought about was you and your dead good magazine.
I read it all the time man, sorry I mean Sir, or should that be Sire?
I'm only asking 'cos it's polite and good manners to enquire.
So anyway, let me get down to the gist of it, I wrote a rhyme.
It was a poem about my find, and I took a photo for it too.
I thought you just might publish it, like Totally Optional Prompts do.
It starts like this - Don't talk to me about dinosaur bones, hell I've got...
It's all in the package that I sent to you, hey did you hear about...?
Oh No, you didn't think it was a bomb did you? I heard about the blast...
TOP-130208

RWP #14 "ode to the body"

I'M FIGHTING BACK
I've got a diagnostic army in my head
feels like soldiers made of plastic, tin and lead.
They are marching up and down to find my brain
and a chemical brigade invades my vein.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

Of course, when the diagnosis didn't work
they sent for the Neuro-Surgeon Doctor Burke.
Who wanted to drill a hole into my head
It's a simple operation, so he said.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

So I took my head to see another Quack
all he did was stick a needle in my back.
But hey, even if and when, they find my brain
I'll hide my mind, my soul, my memory lane.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack- attack! I'm fighting back!

Next time they're going to scan me, front and back
but please, don't send me to that Quack 'Flat-tyre Jack!'
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I won't come back!
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RWP #13 Sacrifice...

MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS!
Question one;
Would you shoot yourself in the head?
Question two;
Would you cut off your foot to spite your leg?
Question three;
Why do you smoke behind the school bike shed?
Answer one;
Life’s too short!
Answer two;
You’re a long time dead!
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Writers Island #21- Changed..

THE WORD POET
How to make the word Poet.
First take some ingredients
and put them in a big pot...
What else goes into the pot?
asked the little girl in red.
Is it a hot melting pot?
she adds, before he replies.
Yes, it's a pig-iron pot
it gets very, very hot!
Is it a magic spell pot?
Yes, it's a magic cold or
hot kind of magic spell pot!
Why is it magic? she asks.
Well, because, because, Because
pot can be changed to read top,
top can be changed to read opt.
Opt to pea-too or even
tee-poo and oh-tea-pee, phew!
Granted all which when chanted
in secret incantation.
Or just by adding an E
you can make the word Poet
as if by magic from pot.
That's why it's a magic spell
and poet no E's just pot!
WI21-090208

TOP MYSTERY

POET-TREE
(THE ANAGRAM OF EDEN)
The circle of the earth
had four corners once
and an inferior intelligence
created its inhabitants.
But the Poet god, came down
and banished the pretender
from his presence.
The Poet god annihilated
the hidious dis-order and
established a new creation.
But the pre-creator was
a snake in the grass and
he outstayed his welcome.
The hothouse in the centre
of the sphere began to sprout.
The Poet god called this place
the garden of Eden.
Next, he made a main man
to represent himself.
And the banished serpent slid off
to beyond the four corners
of the earth.
The Poet god brought the animals
and the plants and the trees
in the garden for the main man
to name. Then he made a woman
for the man. The main man was
Adam and the woman was Eve.
And Eve, was to be Adam's wife.
And they were to live together,
naked, forever, in the garden.
Then one day long after
the Poet god had gone, the
snake in the grass re-appeared.
Who are you? asked Adam
who knew everything.
Where did you come from?
Enquired Eve, who now knew
something Adam didn't know.
'From the four corners of the earth.'
The serpent lied. Planting the seed
of need in the garden.
But the Poet god didn't make you!
Said Adam, adamantly.
'The Poet god didn't tell you everything!'
Replied the resplendant pretender.
We want to know, we need to know!
Said Eve, speaking for both of them.
And the snake climbed the Poet tree
and threw down some fruit.
It is forbidden! cried the naked couple,
The Poet god said! - 'But forgot to mention',
interjected the serpent. 'That when you
taste the fruit of knowledge from
The Poet tree, you will be like he.'
And the pretender slithered off, back to
beyond the four corners of the earth.
If we eat the fruit of The Poet tree
we'll be like the Poet god!
Said naive Eve.
And Adam in his wisdom agreed.
A greed which turned the anagram
of Eden into need!
AS28492
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RWP Clothes..

The Oxfam Shop...

TWOPENNY CHIC
Dress up to kill
dress up to the nines
the nifty nineties
are waiting for you.

Ties are old hat,
suits are worn with boots.

Obey the 'Dress Code' means:
No trainers, no jeans!
Or, know the bouncer.

Oxfam's okay for clothes
but a bit expensive for the
Twopenny Chic.
Danny Wise 1997

TOP ALIVE...

ALIVE
They say that choice is everything, don’t they?
but you can’t choose your own parents, can you?
You have no say about the way, the why,
the when, the day you die. Unless you take
things into your own hands. Play dangerous
games, Russian roulette or god with your life.

Then, there’s 'them' that do know the secret of
where they came from, where they’re going to go,
and they know why they chose to come to time.
To experience the restrictions of
time and place, hardship and humanity.
In fact all of us are in that same boat –
some of us perhaps, don’t remember the
choices that we made in the time garden
back in the void side of eternity.

She sits there on the hard salt surface of
The Void. Waiting, watching other people
doing the same thing they all sit there too,
waiting, watching each other, all day long;
And it is a long day. Night never comes,
they sit there motionless in the half-light
which is the only illumination,
for there is no sun, no moon, and no stars.

Nobody speaks, century’s turn into
millenniums and pass by on the earth.
She doesn’t notice and they don’t notice.
Then, what would have been one day, had there been
any time at all, in this barren place.
Something started to change; a line of trees
began to grow, they were a great distance
away from the billion or so people.
But someone near the front of the silent,
seated masses saw something they had not
witnessed before. They saw a different life
form emerging in front of their own eyes.

After what would have been another one
or two century’s on earth the tree line
had matured, there was now a great wall of
trees that everyone seated there could see.
Slowly at first, a few of the people
began to rise up and start the long walk
towards this line of trees. And she watched them,
waiting, wanting to see what would happen.
On reaching the trees they disappear for
just a second or two then reappear
and begin to trudge back towards their seats.
Every so often someone would go to
The tree line and enter and not come back.

After a decade of watching all this
she decided to make the journey herself.
When it was her turn to enter the trees
she felt something, she shivered, it was cold
and it was dark beyond the line of trees.
She was not frightened or scared of the woods
she enjoyed every moment, each new smell,
each new sound. There were animals and plants
and birds and days and nights and a sun and
a moon and stars in the night sky and rain
and snow and wind and there was a garden.

In the garden stood a man with a beard
he was wearing clothes and shoes and a watch.
She asked him about the watch. What was it?
These were the first words that she ever spoke.
He told her that he was the Timekeeper
and that with the watch he could tell the time.
Then he showed her around the time garden
it was a microcosm of the earth.
The animals are born and they live for
a certain time and then they reproduce
and instruct their offspring to do the same.
After an allotted period of time
They grow old and die, like everyone else.
The timekeeper explained these things to her.

Can anybody go to earth? She asked.
Yes, said the timekeeper, but only once!
How do I get there, when can I go there?
Soon, he replied. First there are things you need
to know about time. He then took her to
a secret place where he showed her something.
It’s time for you to choose the century
you wish to be born in and your parents.
When you go to earth you must remember
why you wanted to go there. Remember,
to remember this conversation here.

She said, Can I ask another question?
Of course you may, replied the Timekeeper.
Why did most people only stay in the
time garden for a few seconds then go
back to their seats and what happened to the
others who did not come back? She enquired?
Aha! The majority of people
Go to earth, live their lives like hell, forget
to remember why they chose to be there
in the first place. So when they finally
die, they go straight back to their nothingness
for all of eternity in the Void.
It happens in the blink of an eyelid.

The others who do not return they are
the chosen few, that is, that they chose to
remember this little conversation
and for them, earth and time were a simple
stepping stone to an eternal future
a paradisiacal reality!
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Doktir Nairobi is The Timekeeper; He is not a medical doctor. You can find him at: http://www.gobsplot.blogspot.com/ Please note: Gobsplot is an anagram of blogspot!

Writers Island.. Desire.

SWEET NOTHINGS
To my secret lover just to let you know,
that I can't live without my girlfriend
'cos I love her so!
How I wish that she was near -
how I dream that she was here.
So I could whisper in her ear:
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet nothings!
That only she can hear.
Lots of pots and pans of love
and pockets overflowing...
But without my girlfriend near -
but without my lover here,
there ain't no way of knowing:
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet nothings!
That only she can hear.
From your secret love...
Guess who?
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TOP Sonnet

A LITTLE SONG
Here's a little song that I wrote for you.
It goes Oh, Oh de bar' skins all day long.
Hey, Oh de bar' skins, yeah I love you too.
Come on, everybody can sing this song.
Oh de bar' skins, same story every day!
When they getting dressed, hey? Oh de bar' skins!
Oh de bar' skins, every day the same way.
Oh de, Oh de, Oh de, Oh the same things.
Everybody knows this song, three, two, one.
Oh de, Oh de, Oh de, Oh don't you know?
Everybody loves this song, it's such fun!
Oh de bar' skins, all day long, it's your go..
It's, Oh de bar' skins, every day and night.
It's, Oh de, Oh de, Oh please hold me tight!
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Oh de bar' skins = The bare skins. Bar' pronounced bart.
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TOP THE MAGICIAN

QUESTIONNAIRE
Magical or what?
Who can tell what the master
said about what to whom?
Where do we end all of this?
Where do we start?
And what does it matter
to the uninitiated anyway?
Do we all have to be
the greatest of our age?
Why are there so many
many different ways,
so many different paths
for us to choose from?
Is choice such a good thing
shouldn't we listen to those
who have the authority to decide?
or must we fail a time or so
before we succeed?
Is success linked to
or alienated from greed?
Is need the same thing as want?
What do we/I/You need?
What do we want?
Is want the answer or the question?
What was it that you asked?
TOP Inspired by Paisley and Giggles

Back in The Blogisphere!

MAGGIES FARM Salford 1992
SURVEILLANCE
I live on the twenty second floor.
Harry has the flat downstairs.
When I first moved here Harry said:
When two ants are doing it, in the crack
on the concrete car park, down there man.
It sounds like Madonna in the back of
a stretch limo making out on Avenue B
with a Puerto Rican kid called Jose.

Harry wasn't wrong, even the passing traffic
sounds sexy from the twenty second floor.

I invited Natasha up for the weekend last month,
Harry fell off the step ladder when she came
and broke his leg. He won't be doing Callanetics,
naked for a while, in front of that six foot mirror
with his head phones on, tuned into the Bob Dylan
tapes I've been playing to the bug he stuck in my
bedroom lightswitch last year when I went to Butlins.

I know what Harry gets up to because I've got a
fibre optic lens, poking through the hole I drilled
in his ceiling rose when the gas man was due and
he had to turn the meter over in a hurry.

Everybody says that fifty per cent of Harry's head
went walkabout in Katmandu about five years
before anybody met him. Nobody knows what
happened to the other half of his brain.

Last time I saw Harry, he had his left leg in
plaster, a skateboard superglued to his bare right
foot and a crutch under one arm. In his free hand
he carried a walking stick for locating ants to
colonise the concrete crack. He'd just totalled his
Giro on two little pills that he hoped would make
him think that he could fly.

I said: What are you going to do with that bargain
bucket of Kentucky you've got gripped between
your teeth?
Harry said: I'm going to take it home and dissect it man.
It's got to last me all week, so I'm going to stirfry it up with
those bean shoots I grow with my Herb in the window box.
I said: That sounds good.
And do you know what Harry said?
He said: I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more!
SALFORD 1992

HARRY'S EPIGRAM
D.O.A. Special K said the Doc.
in his bedside/telephone way.
Some said that he fell.
Others that he was pushed + punched.
I thought that he could float.
There again, I knew the man that sold
him the stuff that made him high.
All twenty two floors of it.
Two hundred foot, freefall,
'til the pavement came up and met him.
Leaving the Coroner to write the final
epigram for the 'Local Rag'.
SALFORD 1992

Mad Kane 3 Limerick attempt.

YOUR SAUCY SMILE
The way you smile, I still can't forget.
I fell for you on the night we met.
When you said, you love me.
I said, I love you three!
Saucy smile, you do it for me yet.
MK3-221207

Mad Kane 3 Love at first sight! Haiku

LOVE AT

FIRST SIGHT

I still can't forget

your smile on the night we met

you still do it yet.

MK3-211207

TOP 11 ROAD SIGN REDUX

SIGN ONE
MOSS SIDE POST OFFICE.
The workers slow down in
their company bankrolled cars
and sneak a peak at us.
We're dressed in leathers and
designer gear that they can't afford.
They, look at the 'Queue Here'
notice and smile. It's
PRINCESS ROAD POST OFFICE
and it's Crimbo Giro day!
Two policemen monitor the line
but some bright spark, has changed
the letters round on the sign.
After 'Queue Here' it reads:
TO CRAP ON PISSED OFFICERS.
211295MSC
Giro = Welfare check
Pissed = Drunk
Crap = Bodily function No. 2
Crimbo = Christmas

SIGN TWO
KEEP RIGHT EXCEPT TO PASS
Drive slow, unless you want to go fast!
Or: Stay on the road – keep off the grass!
It still read: KEEP RIGHT EXCEPT TO PASS
The last time I drove by, but that’s me.
You see, this other guy, this gamer
He saw a completely different sign
When he uni-cycled up the road
PC PIRATES TEXT GEEK SHOP he read.
TOP11-191207

WI 15 This Season

THIS SEASON
This is the worst season that I hate
The thin ice is too dicey to skate
Don’t talk to me about snow
Really don’t want to know
Spring is the best time for me to date.
WI15-161207

RWP#5 Hanging In The Park

Taken from,
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
My ten words were:
Melancholy, Words, Games, Lessons, King,
Summer, Fountains, Days, Name, Executioner.

HANGING IN THE PARK
She sang a melancholy song
Her words, who knows they’re from the ark
The games she played were all so dark
Under the bandstand in the park.

The lessons that she should have learnt
About the Princess, King and Queen
Were put aside so she could dream
About what summer might have been.

She showered in the fountains there
Her numbered days were much the same
Until the judges called her name
When the executioner came.
RWP#5-161207

Mad Kane 2 Limerick Attempt: Multitasking!

Limerick Attempt:

MULTITASKING!
There was an accountant, a crook
who thought that he knew how to cook.
Cooking the books and burning the toast
preparing the audit with the nut roast,
the crook spilt gravy all over his book.
MK2-151207

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Mad Kane 2 Multi-tasking!

MULTI-TASKING!

Breakfast and accounts

peanut butter and jelly

all over the books.

MK2-141207

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