"Seven bums and fourteen legs,
a brazen ecstasy which begs
the question some of us are asking -
is Peter Goulding multi-tasking?"

Martin Parker, Editor, Lighten Up Online

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Stepping aboard the Muse Swings Poetry Bus

The hermetic Muse Swings is driving the Poetry Bus this week. Sadly I missed last week's rollercoaster ride as I did absolutely nothing new.

This week the prompts are:-

1) write and illustrate a poem (too techy for me)

2) write a descriptive poem without mentioning the object (requires thought).

So it will have to be

3) write a poem inspired by the picture above.

Don't forget to click on the link above to inspect much better tickets from other passengers.

Great Uncle Wilf

My Great Uncle Wilf was a dancer by trade,
He performed every night on the stage.
His legs were fantastic and therefore he made
a very respectable wage.
The crowds would throw flowers wherever he played
until seventy five years of age.

When small men would yell things in coarse, vulgar tones,
Uncle Wilf would pay them little heed.
When quizzed, he informed me that those who threw stones
were suffering some sexual need
and that he sincerely believed me mam’s scones
were manna from heaven indeed.

My dad said (in secret) he couldn’t abide him.
His spirit, he said, was too free.
But me and me mam, we both deified him
for his liberated état d’esprit,
(though I wasn’t allowed to sit beside him
whenever he called round for tea.)


  1. Bravo!!! I love the line 'My dad said (in secret) he couldn’t abide him' .....terrific.

  2. Gender identity celebrated on the Poetry Bus ... love it!!!

  3. Ha hahahahahaha! You are brilliant, Peter! How do you even think of this wacky take on things, let alone write a devine poem about it? The "deified him" line was sheer genius.

    And P.S. see my remark on your PC problem below. Did anyone else experience this deviltry?

  4. LOL - this is great. Very Victor/Victoria :)

  5. Good legs! respectable wage! very cool- thanks.

  6. Peter,
    Great minds think alike (and so did we!)Enchanted Oak told me to check out your poem after she read mine. Interesting coincidence.

  7. hee hee, good old uncle Wilf, where do you get em?

  8. A rollicking bit of revelry! LOL

  9. Brilliant! I've said this before, but rhythm and rhyme so suit the spirit of the age. The use of 'deified' is sublime, and I love, love, love the final two lines.

  10. It is only living in England that stops me from shaking the hand that wrote the "coat-hangers" poem!

  11. Hah! I love this poem. We had an uncle what we were cautioned about - but I'm not sure whether or not I could sit next to him during tea. Salty tales would accompany the sweet jam and scones for sure. Take a seat at the front of the bus!