Once
a pun a time
saved nine
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Written for the Word of the Day Challenge: Piffle, I present to you part 1 of a 1 part series of short poetry. Each part highlights a single aspect of the nonsense embodied by the word Piffle.
This is both the first and the last poem in a short series which is too sad to make a sandwich, or even to be buttered. It curls alone on the plate, drying to a crisp while readers glance toward it, then look away quickly, embarrassed to witness the shame of this small, tragic pun.
“Take pity,” croaks Pun, its eyes growing hazy, but Pity has changed its name to Party and is celebrating the excellence of metaphor, meter and rhyme. It’s drunk too much wine and has no time for humble Pun, who disconsolately chews a few crumbs of humble pie, a single tear falling from its eye. Just when I think it is losing consciousness, it catches sight of me. It points the withered tail of its P in my direction, and with its dying breath it cries:
“She’s to blame. She made me.”
Fortunately nobody is listening. They’re either at the party, enjoying great poetry, or this nonsense has lulled them to sleep.
I see my mistake now, but I think I’ve got away with it. The poem should say:
Once
a pun in time
saved nine.
THAT makes perfect sense.
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©Jane Paterson Basil
Totally Bonkers, Love it. 🙂
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Thank you. Is it just me, or is there madness in the air? 🙂
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A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men (and women). 😉
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A pun?
That’s what we get today, a pun? Have you no decency, Jane Basil, have you no decency? I am forced — forced — to counter your madness by humanely recommending the traditional and time-honored therapy for such a thing:
Burn the poet!
Burn her!
Burn the witch!
I actually loved it. Needed some wit today. Or more precisely, I’m fearful of my own becoming repetitious and on the look out for something fresh to steal and/or inspire.
Sincere thanks!
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Thanks Paul. I almost dedicated this to you -now I wish I had. It was inspired by my desire to present you with the worst pun I could find.
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You are a wicked, sick woman, Jane, but I love you.
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You bring out the best in me.
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lol totally love it … words are your tools and you the master sculpter!
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Thank you! xxx
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You s-pun a perfect tiny rhyme, frivolously wasting my time, I’m too embarrassed to show you mine. I’ll send you one for a dime…….. Thank you for the smiles Jane, and I loved this piece.
“It’s drunk too much wine and has no time for humble Pun, who disconsolately chews a few crumbs of humble pie, a single tear falling from its eye.”
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Haha – I love it Ivor.
I hadn’t intended my little story to become a rhyme. I think we must both be addicted to poetry – but who cares 🙂 xx
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I don’t know which I loved more – Pun or the story !
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Haha – Thank you Raili. I recited my punny poem to Paul, Laura and my son-in-law. They looked at me blankly. Paul repeated it several times, then said. “What does that even mean?” 🙂 🙂
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Lol !!!!
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I am SO dumb when it comes to puns. What?
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It’s complete nonsense – a combination of “Once upon a time” and “A stitch in time”, with the word “upon” replaced with “a pun”. Blame Paul Sunstone for bringing my funny-bone back to life 🙂
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A regrettable mistake on my part now that I’ve discovered your resuscitated funny bone in no less than a punning monster of Frankenstein proportions.
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Ha! Tough luck, matey.
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That right here just made my day! Thanks for the witty nonsense making me laugh like a child trying to catch some bubbles ❤
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Thank you! I love your description of childish laughter 🙂
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