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Post by Niggle on Oct 5, 2010 22:57:24 GMT
That totally did not take me two tries to spell 'poem'...
Someone told me to put this up here and since I am for some reason putting off going to bed even though I've already got to the stage of tiredness where I can't remember people's names, I'm doing it. So yeah. Here's the "pile of excrement" I came up with today.
ODE TO A HAT
'Twas the hour before teatime and all down the street Queued students and drunkards and people with big feet. The bus was so late, the hour so near, "The tea will get cold!" was the underlying fear. A floppy-haired person with malice in his eye, Innuendo in his thoughts and making other people cry. A small and incontinent ginger retriever On a leash being held by a girl with a revolver. She's wearing a stylish and recently stolen hat, Belonging to a guy being attacked by a cat.
The dog tries to flirt with the very angry cat, And gets slugged by the recently bereft owner of the hat. The floppy haired stranger insults the girl with the gun, She screams at him, he shoots her - then the dog, when it tries to run. Just as, finally, the bus arrived and pulled up at the stop, The shooter smiled and the world imploded, And the hat - which was actually a TARDIS - dematerialised with a pop.
Also, Tom needs to put his story up. I DEMAND IT.
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Post by Fire Bear on Oct 6, 2010 13:14:57 GMT
NO! Tom does not! (I mean it was funny and all, but it still managed to make me groan - he mis-spelled "shelter"! And there were no capitals at "Klingon" and "Wookie"! Jeez!)
And I love, love, LOVE this poem! ;D
You should write more poems of this calibre!
Only one problem: you've written "She's wearing and stylish..." It should just be "a"...
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