‘I have to keep her in’,
said the innkeeper,
‘it’s what I do,
it’s how I got my name.’
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Cherish
Never before
have I written a poem
with the title, ‘Cherish’,
neither have I written
upon that subject.
Until today,
when I wrote this,
whilst sat upon something
that could be said to be
chairish.
The Greek Man in the Rain
The Greek Man
stood out in the rain;
and the rain poured and poured
down upon his head,
and into his brain;
his clothing became soaked
from the unstoppable shower,
he stood there taking all of this unkind element
for over an hour.
Suddenly, the rain stopped;
but, all around
it was as dry as a bone!
The saturated Greek man stood there,
then his mobile rang,
and he answered his phone,
“Hello, Absorber the Greek?”
This Mexican Song
This is a Mexican song, allegedly about two brothers, both firemen in La Fiuerro del Servicio de Mechico Nationale (the Mexican National Fire Service); twins they were, and no one could tell them apart – sometimes they even confused themselves as to whom was whom.
One brother, we shall call him José, was the oldest by a matter of minutes, the other… Joseby was the younger by a similar amount of minutes.
I give you ‘Chihuahua!’
String Poetry Theory
String Poetry Theory
I am trying
the tying
of words
together,
stringing one phrase
to another;
and what have I got?
A String Poem?
I’m afraid not.
They…
They…
They couldn’t have built the pyramids
without the slaves;
… couldn’t have made the oceans
without the waves;
… couldn’t have made sweet, sweet music
without the staves;
… couldn’t have coped with reviews
without the raves;
… couldn’t have painted a full-length portrait
without the accompanying architecture,
portico, columns and architraves;
and they couldn’t have done that,
if they hadn’t at least attempted the feet.
Isabella – a song.
Isabella – a song.
“Isabella”
1st verse
Isabella!
Isabella!
Isabella
necessary on a bike.
2nd verse
Not necessara
Not necessara
Not necessarily;
you can have a parpy horn,
if you like
NB the song could stop after the first verse, or the second verse could be distanced by some time from the first, or it could be sung all in one go. Choices!
Lost: Fish
Lost: Fish
I lost my fish in the ocean,
I couldn’t find it anywhere;
and then I had a notion:
I would scan all the fish
when they swam past,
until, at last, I would find my fish –
and I know I would,
as I had had him chipped.
Friday Morning Deliberations.
Friday Morning Deliberations.
Should I invest in a vest?
Or should I just give it a rest?
When all is said and pun…
if I do purchase a vest
should I wear it facing West?
I ask you,
in the hope of a definitive answer – and to get the question
off my chest.
Impressed?
No? I thought as much;
such is the way of things,
and any thought that has wings
may just fly
away.
You might have guessed.
Will & Ben: Renaissance Men – ‘Lichen’
Will & Ben: Renaissance Men – ‘Lichen’
Will: Shall I compare thee to a lump of moss…
Ben: Lichen!
Will: Okay, if you prefer, Ben. ‘Shall I ‘liken’ thee to a lump of moss.
Ben: ‘Sigh!’
Graeme Sandford 