I have missed the last three Poetry Buses, so feel obliged to be early for this one.The bus this week is currently in Ontario - exotic, or what? - and is being driven by the early-rising Chiccoreal Book a ticket by unearthing or composing a poem about one of her three prompts. And do check out, come Monday, the mini-masterpieces that other passengers produce as tickets.
My effort this week is a tender love song about trying to find time to do those little things that mean so much.
Trying to find time for everything
I’m all in a tizzy,
My life is too busy,
There are too many things on my plate.
Repossessions need thwarting,
The front door needs sorting
And the drain out the back cannot wait.
The car has a puncture
(Although at this juncture,
I’m driving it, flat tyre or not)
The shed roof needs tacking,
My hard drive’s been slacking
And at work, I just don’t know what’s what.
But when I wake up each day,
With my face turned your way,
I’m reminded again of priorities.
Oh you look so serene,
Like a fairytale queen,
I really should tell the authorities.
With your eyes lightly closed,
Dimple-cheeked, button-nosed –
What a shame I’m so recently celibate!
But I should be more forthright,
You’ve been dead a fortnight
And quite frankly, you’re starting to smell a bit.
I'm just speechless. The poignancy, the emotion, just fabulous
ReplyDeleteMy hard drive has been slacking lately and I think most of the spammers in the world seem to know.
ReplyDeleteOH, you got me with that last stanza! Whew!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh!! I am laughing out loud at this! Hilarious!!
ReplyDeleteI love it! You are the master of hilarity. Really.
ReplyDeleteDear Peter: "Awwwww" a triple groaner! This is so good, so good, Peter! Thought how pensive the limerick I am boppin' along in a lovely field of bliss, and then Bob's Yer Uncle! Peter's off to the races and there you go again; the full monty throttle! Bravo gusto!
ReplyDeleteThis line should have given me a clue; "uh ah, notta clue!" Clueless I am! You'd think I'd learned by now!
"What a shame I’m so recently celibate!".
What this then? That's not right! (but it makes TOTAL sense AFTER YOU READ THE poem..and the reason why...yes it would definitely make sense, I say this now in hindsight, but at the time...no way Jose!)
Smiles Chucks and Giggles! (what's the saying ov'r the pond? Shitz and Giggles?). Master class! You're too too much Peter! And abit o' flippin' Alright!
Pete, you stinker! Great Peter Goulding-esque ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you all dear friends. I'll get around to burying her eventually.
ReplyDelete(Jeanne - I'm not sure I'd want to be associated with that waster)
:-DDDDDDDDDDDD)))))))))) Yer a wicked, wicked (and skillful) man, Goulding :-D
ReplyDeleteWhat fun! Shades of Tom Lehrer, methinks...
ReplyDeleteDelectably gruesome. You've reminded me, I've got a shed with a polythene sheet stretched over it's roof...
ReplyDeleteOH, I did really like that. Could go to music, has more than a touch of Gilbert and Sullivan about it, I think.
ReplyDelete:D haha..this was so funny...Brillaint...
ReplyDeleteOhh I always think of the things I have to do every morning and they just pile up for the next morning! :P
Ah, the macabre rears its head (or lies still, more like). I know by now that all is never what it seems with you, so I was braced for the finale. Still, you managed to pull a bit of a fast one. Good for you!
ReplyDeleteKat
Excellent, made me laugh out loud, love the subversion of expectations at the end.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
cfm
I knew this was building up to something, but didn't expect that. Hahaha!
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