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 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!’
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 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”
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!
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.
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: 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!’
“We’re going on a Camembert Hunt!”
“What?”
“It’s a type of cheese”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say.”
“It’s just s play on words.”
“Yup!”
“And it’s ever so cheesy.”
“Exact-a-menté!”
“Whatevs!”
At the centre of the Universe
there is a tiny little thing
called ‘hub’.
This thing, called ‘hub’
I just can’t get enough
information about it.
If you have any knowledge
you could loan me
I would be only too happy to receive it.
Thank you
in anticipation.
G:)
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