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Patrick MacTaverty was brash in his depravity;
his habit was to excavate his every gap and cavity.
His shamelessness was infamous – sickening and unpleasant –
he dug away with mild disdain no matter who was present.
He was known in local restaurants, in the corner shop and library,
for ignoring every plea and threat and all attempts at bribery.
He shovelled at his eyes and ears, and in his mouth and nose,
he flung off shoes and smelly socks, to delve between his toes.
His heights of degradation would defy imagination;
there clearly there was no limit to his inner salutation
while he wiggled spindly fingers deep within each hollow part
as if to wave a greeting to his tonsils, brain and heart.
Aquaintances and strangers always gasped and were appalled
when he loosened up his belt and they saw his trousers fall.
His naval display was his greatest pride and joy –
a showcase for his dug-out waste from the day he was a boy.
The orifice extractions drove the viewers to distraction,
owing to the acrid odour, rotting matter and compaction.
A dog appeared from nowhere – all claimed that it was mad
when it bit off Patrick’s fingers – but most of them were glad.
Furthermore, once he ceased collecting murky treasures,
the mess turned sweet and friable by soft and silent measures,
and out of his round belly button mounds of flowers grew –
some were well-known species, but others were quite new.
Now Patrick’s makes a fortune from the sale of blooms of class –
which serves to prove the saying true, that ‘where there’s muck there’s brass’.
Brass = money.
©Jane Paterson Basil
What an imagination! Love it.
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Thank you 🙂 I started this poem with no plan –
no idea where it was going.
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Gruesomely gorgeous story about an ignoramus, loved your humour and your floral finale 😆
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When I started this poem I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to finish it. I was a surprised and relieved when the flowers grew out of his belly button 😀 😀
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Like a manure pit !! 😉
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Yes! And I think Mr MacTaverty must have collected some unusual seeds when he was holidaying abroad, and they cross-fertilised 🙂
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Haha, like Tulips from Amsterdam !! 😉
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He’d have to have a massive belly button to hold such big bulbs 😀 😀
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Always, Fascinating scenes with such Fantabulous feelings.. 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you. I enjoyed writing this one 😀 😀 😀
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oh my goodness, this was awesome!!! I loved it even as I cringed at the descriptions. Really clever, thank you for making me laugh…and feel slightly queasy at the same time. lol.
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Thank you! I was going to warn readers to steer clear of this poem while eating, but I forgot 😀 😀 😀
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ha ha ha…..
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OMG ,you have plunged to new depths of poeming 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Yup – that’s the word – depths :0 🙂 😀
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I thought sure that dog was gonna bite off something else! LOL 😀
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Maybe he did, but I wouldn’t want to offend anybody’s frail sensibility 😀
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What a delightful read. You had me laughing all the way. Bravo.
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Thank you – the poem has achieved its purpose 🙂
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Love the color of the flower.
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It’s one of Patrick MacTaverty’s rare blooms 🙂
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