Tag Archives: #ode

Ode to a Bark (aka a Bark Ode)

Oh, I think that, perhaps,

I read once,

somewhere,

under the rainbow,

that a dog will bark at many things –

bad poetry being one of them –

and it ‘has’ been found

that a hound

will utter a higher-pitched sound

when the fear they feel is real.

A deep growl and short bark combination

is likely to be less worry

and more fascination

with the interesting odour

that has recently crossed their neural radar,

‘Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,

beggars are coming to town…’

or some such nursery rhyme;

but, we mustn’t put the beggars down,

when they are out of luck

and no one gives a darn.

Oh, dogs, why do you bark

when all is quiet,

when I’m on a diet,

when there is a Thursday in the week?

Oh, why bark at the meek,

who seek solitude, safety,

and another word beginning with ‘s’.

Yes, I know that another dog has just barked

some forty miles away,

but that doesn’t mean to say

that you should reply.

Why?

Oh, why?

YOY!?

Ode to our Postcode

Ode to our Postcode

(PL14 3LP)

Our postcode ties us to Plymouth,

though we are firmly in CornwalL;

in wonderful Merrymeet

near to Fer Liskeryss town.

Free the Cornish!”, “This isn’t England!””

Narrow Lanes and trees on hedgerows;

a Proud people, living fields of glory.

Ode To A Type O

Ode To A Type O

Oh! Type O?

Is that normal;

I don’t mean to be formal;

but, is that alright?

It’s still red? Isn’t it?

It doesn’t glow at night,

or cause my brain to fluctuate

at an unnecessary rate

Oh? Type O!

Obvious, really.

Type Obvious, I am.

Ode to a Typo

Ode to a Typo

Oh, Typo,

I see you knot

and yet I know

that another will.

Oh, Typo,

alter my wurds

and change my jist

to something else.

Oh, Typo,

not a Typin –

a pin for ties –

unless you are from a Typin era.

Oh, Typo,

my editor has Fitz

when you she espies,

she has another size.

Ode to Tea

Ode to Tea

Oh, Tea!

I was informed

(and not by me)

that I haven’t done an Ode to Tea!

The reason, in all simplicity,

is Tea

has not done one

for me.

Ode to the Letter Ewe

Wish Ewe Were Here!

Wish Ewe Were Here!

Ode to the Letter Ewe

I owe you, Ewe
For all the sheepish looks;
For being able to count on Ewe;
And for Ewe not pulling the wool over my eyes.
I should make this a Ewelogy to Ewe
And not lambast Ewe
As I ram wont to do.
But, I won’t mint sauce my words
I shall put my poetry helmutt on
And opine upon the ovine in Ewe!

So, I say to you, Ewe,
“Your words have helped me rhyme
Time upon time
Ewe have flocked to my aid
When I needed a sheep pen
To write with
And an inkwell to sheep dip
That pen into.
Ewe!
I owe Ewe.

Thank Ewe.

Ode to My Old Area Telephone Code

Old Telephone (in case you are unsure)

Old Telephone (in case you are unsure)

Ode to my old Area Telephone Code

Oh!
One seven oh three
When did you leave me?

You were here
For many a year
And now you’ve been gone
For many more

Oh!
One seven oh three
Your replacement seems much less
Though its numbers number more
Oh!
Two three eight
Oh!

Oh!
Southampton Code
Why did you have to go?

Ode to an Ode

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Oh, Ode
How much is owed
By me to you
In debt I am, to the tune of…
Ode to Joy by Schiller
Who wrote the poem
And Beethoven owed
The music to that poem

Oh, Ode
If I should die, Ode
Before I can repay what is owed
To you
May I implode
From a man a la mode
To a lowly, ugly toad
Oh, Ode
I pray
That I pay back
Before I explode
One day
Upon the open road
Oh, Ode, hear me
If I should still be in your debt
When my body begins to corrode.

Ode to a CD

ACD

ACD

Ode to a CD

Oh CD!
Which alphabetically
Should be C, D, Oh!
Anyway, compact are you?
And discoid in shape?
With a hole at your centre?
And always the same?
I think that you are
A shining example of
CDO
In ACD.

Ode to an Ohm (which you can get to by following the path of least resistance)

Ohm

Ohm

Ode to an Ohm

Ohm!
Is that where the art is?
Where you keep house…
And the cart?

Ohm!
Is that where you live
Where the postman who
Wears his hat
Delivers?
To the surprise of Rosie
Your cat
Is that where it’s at?

Ohm!
Do you leave it
To earn and learn
And believe it
Will be waiting there
At the window
For your return?

Ohm!
Where you can be safe from the world
Curled
With your word
And thoughts
Unfurled?

Ohm!
Upon which you can write an ode
In a sensitive code
With a spark from your creative electrode
Humble
You stumble there
Fumble for the key of front door
And let yourself in
To wine down
And shed the crown
Of Queen-I-Can-Do-It-All
For a while
Until the next hard graft
Removes you from
Ohm!

Removes that smile
And causes much woe;
Until
Once
Again
You can go…

(Ohm!)