Percy, Sir Percy to some, has a poetry competition happening; a silly poetry competition.
See here.
In a cheese and onion sandwich induced delirium, I felt the need to enter.
Here is my my effort:
Beam, I've alley time.
Rovers ahead
Violins argue
Sioux garish wheat
Hand sowers renew
...
Speak English that I can understand sir. LOL sorry..
ReplyDeleteLee dear that is a very abstract poem, so abstract that I cannot understand it...sorry...xoxo ♡
ReplyDeleteWell, yes, it certainly qualifies as silly.
ReplyDeleteDianne! You shatter me! Read it with the sense of "Roses are red..."
ReplyDeleteThank you Cosmo, I knew I could rely on you!
ReplyDelete(Sigh)Too obscure and ahead of my time without doubt.
ReplyDeleteConsider "Mary had a little lamb" with no original words:
Marry hatter ladle limb
Itch fleas worse widest snore.
An ever-wear debt Marry win
Door limb worse shorter gore.
No, that wasn't mine. But you should get the idea. The Roses are red was, though.
I wish I was dead.
Why am I forced to explain my brilliance?
ReplyDeleteThink I'll go and eat some worms.
Are you finished now?
ReplyDeleteHave you been hitting the cask wine again?
Melon collie?
ReplyDeleteI am thinking that this is being a poem that is being best left the the original Sanskrit. Am I thinking rightly so?
ReplyDeleteDeeeep!
ReplyDeleteI'll have a pint of whatever you're drinking and one of your fags too, please
I think you've been taking lessons from Boneman. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSir, you are a gentleman and a scholar, yet I fear ever so much less the Poet. I say this with hesitancy and misgivings... but are ye quite certain this be meet matter for the Contest?
ReplyDeleteI have no objections to presenting it a'fore the Board of Directors for posting, and yet I am concerned for, well, my Readers lol...
Did I really say that? Of course I meant it not.
Sincerely,
Percy
I stink partially overseas
ReplyDeleteapple, um, slow elasticity?
(heck, I'll try anything once)
d=))