Propeller Cap Poetry
Hi Guys, I'm
really excited. I'm waiting for the Doctor to come and discharge me
from hospital. How great is that!! Last night I had a light bulb
moment. I've always wanted to write poetry but never tried, because
I can never understand other people's work. I just thought it was
because I don't have a poetic soul, but now I've realised that's
just not true. Obviously, I can't understand it because poets don't
write it right! So I'm going to write a proper poem, then everyone
can get the idea. I've already started mine, but I'm not yet
sure if I'm going for a
sonnet or something longer like Paradise Lost.
ODE TO ME
By Caf
Around the room I whizzed and whirred
A great big, fat ungainly bird.
My smelly old cat who was asleep on the bed,
Panicked and jumped onto the roof of the shed.
Which was hot,
So off he shot.
(I'm pretty sure I'm getting the hang of this! Now I need to go back to the most important person - me!)
Can anyone help, I'm in a bind,
The fan's developing overwind!
(Not sure what that means, but it rhymes, what's that thing when poets can't think of the right word - Poetic licence?)
Our buffalo has a very large face,
It dominates the bedroom space.
But this time it saved me from my gruesome flight
Else, who knows what may have been my plight?
(This is probably my best line yet, quite Byronish!)
My favourite trousers are tattered and torn,
I caught them on a buffalo horn!
"Oh help," I cried, "Alas, alack!"
As I hit the ground with a bloody great smack.
Oh, yippee, here comes the Doctor. I'll quickly finish this poem off at home, and then submit it to The Royal Society of Poets, or whatever it's called. Should be a pretty easy way to make money!
Caf
Hmm, reading back through some of my work, I'm not sure if this poem will "stand on its' own", especially if people have been too lazy to read my original blog. Maybe I could put those little reference number thingies by the lines, with detailed ,tragic explanations at the bottom of the page??
ODE TO ME
By Caf
Around the room I whizzed and whirred
A great big, fat ungainly bird.
My smelly old cat who was asleep on the bed,
Panicked and jumped onto the roof of the shed.
Which was hot,
So off he shot.
(I'm pretty sure I'm getting the hang of this! Now I need to go back to the most important person - me!)
Can anyone help, I'm in a bind,
The fan's developing overwind!
(Not sure what that means, but it rhymes, what's that thing when poets can't think of the right word - Poetic licence?)
Our buffalo has a very large face,
It dominates the bedroom space.
But this time it saved me from my gruesome flight
Else, who knows what may have been my plight?
(This is probably my best line yet, quite Byronish!)
My favourite trousers are tattered and torn,
I caught them on a buffalo horn!
"Oh help," I cried, "Alas, alack!"
As I hit the ground with a bloody great smack.
Oh, yippee, here comes the Doctor. I'll quickly finish this poem off at home, and then submit it to The Royal Society of Poets, or whatever it's called. Should be a pretty easy way to make money!
Caf
Hmm, reading back through some of my work, I'm not sure if this poem will "stand on its' own", especially if people have been too lazy to read my original blog. Maybe I could put those little reference number thingies by the lines, with detailed ,tragic explanations at the bottom of the page??
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You told us your fave line, but this is def my one:
(I'm pretty sure I'm getting the hang of this! Now I need to go back to the most important person - me!)
You should of rhymed that one!
Gels
I liked the buffalo face, it reminds me of a song I wrote when a young punk cocking a snoot at demons and wizards bands.
It was called "Vulture turret"
I cant remember it all but some of it went...
The vultures poohs are heaped so large.
He could fill a canal barge.
With one mighty discharge.
The vultures doctors name is ned.
He visits Vulture in his bed.
And rubs laxative in his head.
By the way MY dog is doing really really well. And I DIDN'T steal her. Just because she was the only one of my dogs that didn't bite you, doesn't mean she actually LIKED you. ok?
Cool dog Norman. Wanna be my friend?
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