Hold your head up, I said Hold your head up. This week the Poetry Bus is being driven by the inspirational Argent, who has two types of tickets on sale - one for the carousers at the back of the bus who must compose a comedic poem; the other for those with their heads up against the windows looking mournfully out, who must write a poem on unrequited love.
As I don't do humour, I am afraid I must relate a sad sad tale of a love thwarted by genetics. Hankies at the ready...
Me darlin’ sportin’ Jenny
Her four bulbous noses above her green lips,
Her corpulent, flatulent shape,
Have been said to have launched a flotilla of ships
(Though only one trying to escape.)
I give her sly looks as I bring back my books
Oh Jenny, my lovely librarian!
But she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
Idly I daydream of marital bliss
Oh to squelch down the aisle with my Jenny!
Wondering which of her mouths I should kiss
(For naturally she has so many)
But seen through her eyes, I can only surmise
That I am a hirsute barbarian,
For she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
I’ve heard that one time, in the long distant past,
A couple were married out east.
But sadly the union didn’t quite last
Any longer than their wedding feast.
For we, as a race (as is well known in space)
Are renowned as being strict vegetarians,
While the diet of slugs from the planet Ker-plugg!!
Consists mainly of small Vulcanarians.
And so I just peep round the corner of fiction
And watch her put books on the shelves,
Unable to act on my base-less conviction
That we could be good for ourselves.
My love unrequited, my life has been blighted,
I curse Nature for being sectarian,
For she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
As I don't do humour, I am afraid I must relate a sad sad tale of a love thwarted by genetics. Hankies at the ready...
Me darlin’ sportin’ Jenny
Her four bulbous noses above her green lips,
Her corpulent, flatulent shape,
Have been said to have launched a flotilla of ships
(Though only one trying to escape.)
I give her sly looks as I bring back my books
Oh Jenny, my lovely librarian!
But she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
Idly I daydream of marital bliss
Oh to squelch down the aisle with my Jenny!
Wondering which of her mouths I should kiss
(For naturally she has so many)
But seen through her eyes, I can only surmise
That I am a hirsute barbarian,
For she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
I’ve heard that one time, in the long distant past,
A couple were married out east.
But sadly the union didn’t quite last
Any longer than their wedding feast.
For we, as a race (as is well known in space)
Are renowned as being strict vegetarians,
While the diet of slugs from the planet Ker-plugg!!
Consists mainly of small Vulcanarians.
And so I just peep round the corner of fiction
And watch her put books on the shelves,
Unable to act on my base-less conviction
That we could be good for ourselves.
My love unrequited, my life has been blighted,
I curse Nature for being sectarian,
For she’s a fine slug from the planet Ker-plugg!!
And I am a mere Vulcanarian.
Most moving. Beautiful and sad.
ReplyDeleteI loved the refrain! It read like it could be sung :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I thought this could be sung. Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteHave you been at the 'shrooms? Hilarious!
ReplyDeleteKat
What a sad tale - love it! I think you have managed to combine unrequited love AND comedy here - and the best sort of comedy, with a touch of pathos.
ReplyDeleteMust also point out that the word verification was Skill - so even Google must think it is brilliant!!
ReplyDeleteYes, this isn't funny at ALL :) I wouldn't mind a song of it, but no video, if you don't mind. I don't think I really want to see the librarian in living color!
ReplyDeletestill laughing, and so's my artist and poet friend George Asdell, who also stammers. you two should get together!
ReplyDeleteI love it!
Peter,
ReplyDeletethis the same L'Escargot that won the Grand National?
No, seriously, I can obviously see that it's not a racehorse. I even have to admit that I like snails but I couldn't eat more than a dozen, and preferably with loads of garlic.
:)g
Splendiferous...
ReplyDeleteOh now i feel like a weakling on the bus...
Jizz...I liked the flow of the poem so very much....
Dear Peter: Slug-love is so smooth, slimy really! Seriously you dont eat them? Never? I have heard some leave a poisonous slime which may be like a Cajun Organism(replaced the other word with a calmer one here) drink from Louisana where slug-fests are the fete, y'all! My thoughts "Eyewy Ucky" Lingo of the Vulcan-slug marriage.
ReplyDeleteLove it - so original!
ReplyDeleteTriumphant!
ReplyDeleteOh, gawd love it! This was my first ride of the morning and it was a doozy. Well done, good and faithful Vulcanarian. (I liked you peeking around the fiction.)
ReplyDeleteMine is here: Masochistic Rhythms
Not funny at all. Not sure why I am laughing so much.
ReplyDeleteSo good, and that third verse! I never guessed where you were going. Also love the !!
ReplyDeleteAn excellent addition to a small but growing genre - the alien love poem! (I was reminded of John Cooper Clark).
ReplyDeleteThis is ADORABLE, Peter. Definitely a slug worth knowing.
ReplyDeleteIt is a true pity
ReplyDeleteif you mean what you say
that you simply do not do humor,
not on stage, nor blog, nor on souvenier mug -
(that could fetch far more than a penny).
For in blog city,
why, on this very day -
This is a fact, I swear not a rumor -
Funny poem, Ker-plugg tome, 'bout a library slug
Is there in your name (her name's Jenny).
Many thanks to all for the kind words but really we shouldn't revel in a love unrequited. Lydia, thanks to going to the trouble - that's actually very good!
ReplyDeleteAlien love poetry, eh? That sounds like a good niche to get into!
A triumph of adversity!
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