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Atrocious poetry

WARNING! POOR QUALITY POETRY! ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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STOP! THINK!

CAN YOUR FINE SENSIBILITIES COPE WITH DREADFUL POETRY?

Just try the first stanza, and see how it goes,
though I’m not trying to lead you by the nose
but just a little note to  pursuade you stay,
it’s all about the trouble I’ve had today.

It’s a perfect day for atrocious poetry.
Today day in particular I hate technology.
I’ve run out of internet, my phone’s up the creek
I’ve unlocked a new one, but it’s too late to seek
a simcard that fits onto the neat little slot.
I wish I’d refused this new phone I just got.
I liked my old phone, should have let it be,
but I’ll blame my mistakes on all but me.
I’ll blame it on my son and the and the bloke next door
the man in the shop and a few people more.

Congratulations on getting this far,
you’re a brave little tinker, a hero, a star.

The laptop has no bytes, as my son used too much,
watching lots of movies and comedies and such.
I missed an important Webinar last night,
Thinking my phone would display it all right,
when I could have gone round to my daughter’s home –
which I would have done if only I had known;
my phone has the web, but no technology
for sharing the necessary webinar with me.
I’m unable to talk to my friends on the net,
as my phone has its ways, and it’s ways are set,
Neither can I open my most essential sites,
as I’ve tried several passwords and none of them are right.
I can’t even access my recent emails,
as every time I try, for some reason, it fails.
So I can’t exchange old passwords for new,
with my emails concealed, so what can I do?

Two stanzas on and you’re holding up fine –
you can manage the third one, it’s only four lines.

The bloke next door gave me a brand new phone,
As he’s already got two or three of his own.
I grudgingly took it, as he said it was posh,
and because it hadn’t cost him a lot of dosh.

The next one’s a sixer; and that’s not much more –
who knows what excitement you may have in store…

I got it unlocked by a very nice man,
and while waiting, I did some work in Oxfam.
When I returned to collect it, I intended to ask
him to put in my simcard – an easy task –
but I wanted to know that it fitted the slot.
In my hurry to get home I clean forgot.

You must have some stamina to have read all this text;
Perhaps you’d like to learn what happened next.

I got my old phone and I opened the back
in such a great rush that I made the screen crack.
But I didn’t think it mattered as I had a new one –
It’s all bells and whistles, a fancy Samsung.
So I opened it up, to put my simcard in it.
That’s when I learned that my simcard didn’t fit.
I shrugged my shoulders thinking, “that’s OK,
I can wait to use my Samsung for one more day.”

You’ve survived this far, so you might as well stay,
and find out all the rest that has happened today.

I replaced the simcard in my other one,
and that’s when I learnt how much damage I’d done.
The phone didn’t work, and now I’m filled with sorrow,
as I have an appointment with the dentist tomorrow,
and he sent me a text to tell me what time,
but I couldn’t read it, so tomorrow at nine
I’ll have to be there, as the one thing I recall
is the appointment is early, and I cannot call
him up on the phone, as my phone’s up the creek.
All in all, this is not a good week.
I’m feeling very stressed and it’s not hard to see,
I’m really too reliant on techology.

If you think it’s all over, I’m afraid that you are wrong,
But I’m injecting some fun into my monolithic song.

And just to add to my little tale of woe,
Another thing has happened to add to my sorrow.
I’ve lost my shoes! Yes, my shoes are gone!
Making it impossible to put them on.
They’re not in the living room, they’re not in the hall –
my comfy, cosy shoes are not anywhere at all.
They were in my bag when I left the gym,
I remember that I had them when I went in
to the shop where they unlocked my phone for me –
oh, where can my lovely shoes possibly be?
Did I leave them on the floor of the unlocky place?
Or in the back of Oxfam? In which case
Will I have to pay money, just for the treat
Of putting my favourite shoes back on my feet?
It doesn’t really matter – not to worry –
I’ll wear my boots instead, as I’m in a hurry
to find a friendly face to commiserate with me;
I’m going round to Claire’s for a cup of coffee.
(This poem would sound better if I’d typed in tea,
but I’d have had to tell a lie, and that just isn’t me.)

OK! OK! Please bear with my tale.
After all your effort, I’d be sad to see you fail.
There’s not much left, my story’s nearly done,
or to put it differently, you have almost won.

A few hours on, and I’ve had a great time,
telling this in prose instead of in rhyme,
including the bit that I haven’t told you yet
about another little factor that I rather regret;
I wrote this poem before I went out the door,
but clicked on cancel, so it was there no more.
I didn’t mean to do it – it was an accident;
a sad little mishap to my detriment.
I’ve wracked my brains and my memory,
and this version’s even worse, as far as I can see,
but I don’t really care, I’m devoid of shame –
I’m going to post it anyway, ABOVE MY NAME.

Wait a second – there’s a little PS
If you give up now, you will miss the best.

P.S
Oh happy me, my shoes are under my chair!
I can’t understand how they could have got there.
Now I’m off to bed, and whatever I may say,
All in all, it’s been an entertaining day.

I’m totally impressed with your sticking powers –
You thoroughly deserve this bunch of flowers.

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Sorry they have wilted, but I’ve waited for days
to post my little ditty on this WordPress page.

©Jane Paterson Basil

Terminal flattery

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Flattery may be fine when you have the time
Though it often works better with a gallon of wine
But don’t try it with me because I don’t drink
I’ll pour all your booze in the kitchen sink
And if you try to flirt I’ll make mincemeat of you
Take you to the bathroom and flush you down the loo.

What was that you said? You like my lips?
The softness of my skin and the curve of my hips?
You like my poise when I walk across the floor.
I think you’re sincere, and I could listen to more
Though you’ll only see my bedroom if you marry me.
I’ll lock us in together and throw away the key.

I don’t understand why you’re backing away
A moment ago you had lovely things to say.
You’ve changed your mind about my hips, lips and skin,
So you won’t be going out the way you came in.
False flattery is forcing me to do this to you,
Soon you’ll be mincemeat swirling down the loo

The Daily Post #Flattery

©Jane Paterson Basil

Hairy legs

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comely green eyes gazed into mine
reavealing his deepest desires
eyes that could hold entire conversations
even while the lips dripped drivel

I read the language of those eyes
the plea
please love me, they cried

the promises
I’d scatter flowers for you, build towering castles in your name,
it would be a passionate game of love that only two can play
me and you, side by side, day by day…
we could be a team, I’d buy you icecream, life would be a dream…

you get the scene

and the questions
wouldn’t I like the company, a helpmate, soulmate, best mate,
a man to to rely on, a shoulder to cry on
a warm companion in my bed
why won’t I try
to be half of a duo instead

I smiled at the cliched phrases written in his eyes

I’ll tell you why, I said
I’m not inclined to shave my legs

©Jane Paterson Basil

Alligator

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Poor passionate Lee
hatched a lethal passion for an alligator
so she entered its cage.

The alligator ate her
but the alligator was not to blame for his nature
Lee’s passion was the alligator’s meal ticket
because Lee loved the alligator
actually
passion ate Lee

The Daily Post #Passionate

©Jane Paterson Basil

Winkle, Twinkle and Nod

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Winkle, Twinkle and Nod one night
Went to the pub for a drink
On a scorching summer evening
So hot they couldn’t think
So they took three seats by the edge of the cliff
These old companions three
but the heat sent Nod into sleepy land
Then he fell in the rippling blue sea
“Oh No! No fishing net have we”
Said Winkle
And Twinkle
And Nod sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, and got eaten by the fishes; who weren’t used to the beer, and they died, they did.

Winkle and Twinkle wept fat tearsgoldfish-30837_1280
until their eyes were red
Then Twinkle said, in a tinkly tone
“I want to laugh instead,”
so he clowned around and he flapped his arms
‘Til their faces glowed with glee
Then he fell in the rippling blue sea
“No fishing net! Oh my! Oh Me!”
Said Winkle
And Tinkle sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, and got eaten by the fishes; who weren’t used to the beer, and they died, they did.

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Until his face was blue
All alone ‘neath the starry sky
Not knowing what to do
‘Till his eye happened on a shapely girl
and he slurred “Come home with me,”
And she pushed him in the rippling sea.
The water whispered “Goodness me!
And winkle sunk to the Bottom of the sea and drownded, he did, but the surviving fishes had been watching their little fishy friends dying from alcohol poisoning and they were wise to it, so they didn’t eat Tinkle, and they lived happily ever after, they did – isn’t that nice.

Moral: if you’re a fish, don’t taste your dinner until a few other fishes have tried it first – and survived to swim away.

With apologies to the estate of Eugene Fleld, author of Wynken, Blynken and Nod.

Written for The Daily Post #Twinkle

 

©Jane Paterson Basil

 

Savoury cake

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no-one ever seems to make a savoury cake
no matter how often they may bake
looks like it’s gonna be up to me
to initiate some innovative cookery.

mix butter and flour ’til they look like breadcrumbs
keeping it cool, and then the egg comes
out of it’s shell with a dollop of milk
beat it to the smoothness of liquid silk
stir it in to the dried ingredients
(some salt and pepper would be expedient)
throw in grated cheese, herbs and ham
oh what a clever inventer I am
a hundred and eighty should be the right heat
I’m looking forward to this culinary treat

but wait a moment, what’s the reason why
nobody has ever given it a try?
perhaps they have, and it tasted grotesque
I don’t think I want to put it to the test
or not for at least a couple of days
tonight I’ll dine on spaghetti bolognese.

Written for The Daily Post #Cake

©Jane Paterson Basil

Itch

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I’m a wicked Itch with no wish to be scratched
a witch of an Itch with big tickles to dispatch.
Disappointment is the only thing you’ll catch
If you make the mistake of thinking you’re my my match.
I ain’t contagious, and even if I was
you’d never pick up anything from me because
I’m no more than a playful, teasing Itch
and if I was younger I’d be branded a bitch;
but nevertheless if you spar with me
you’ll be wriggling about like you’d picked up a flea.

if you want an explanation I’ll lay myself bare
I’m an Incurably Tantalising Celebate Heterosexual
so there!

PS
The right kind of man could cause a hiatus
and make me consider updating my status.

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©Jane Paterson Basil

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