The Banana Bee
is a myth, you see;
or rather, it is a myth
that you do not see;
and it’s not a moth,
or a butterflea;
it only exists in the-o-ry.
is a made up thing
from yellow fruit
and a buzz on the wing;
a wondrous sight to see
is the beautiful, bounteous BananaBee.
‘Co’ #SoCS, @LindGHill
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The room was quite…
Copious amounts of the absence of noise.
Consequently, when I heard a pin drop, I was startled to say the least,
Who had dropped the pin, I did not know.
I looked around – I was not a square.
Pin’s location and hurler, I knew not where. Nor did I care.
I picked up the pin, and remembered the rhyme:
‘See a pin, pick it up, all the day you’ll have a pin.’
which never made sense to me.
‘Cobalt is a colour: it could be brighter, it might be duller.’
which is something I’ve just made up – is there no beginning to my talents?
“Indigestion, My A**e!” – the musical.
From an original idea by
Golden Sack Productions
Featuring a motley crew of scallywags and ne’er-do-wells
In the prequel to the sequel of…
Not the Monty Python’s Flying Nine-o’Clock News Circus’s…
Screen adaption of the book of the novel of the graffiti of the recipe of…
The stage musical of the freebie…
Of Mark Goldsack’s
Acclaimed inversion of a Chekhov (not from Star Trek) play, set in 18th century Venice (or Burnley)…
“Indigestion, My A**e!”
Deborah the debutant
she loved Debussy in her hair;
scorned debauchery with a care;
debated Sartre with whomever there;
debased the currency
on her debut
at Maddison Square –
saving the debacle,
she was nonpareil (without compare);
debate all this – if you dare.
No poems today; because it is raining hard, and I have dried up.
My Garden Haiku (8-8-8)
My Garden Haiku needs weeding
as it has grown beyond what is
and what is not acceptable.
is a great title
for a silly idea –
what that idea may be,
I have not a clue,
Is it about cake?
Or the Victorian queen?
I mean, where do you go
(because, I certainly don’t know)
from ‘that’ starting point?
I can’t even anoint the head
of a decent poem
with the ink of assuréd certainty –
and is ‘assuréd’ a bit “pretentious’?
(which was a rhetorical question –
and we all know that ‘they’
do ‘not’ aid digestion).