This week's poem of dissuasion is another unusual one in that it does not relate to an animal or a place of business, yet when Total Feckin Eejit puts in a special request you can assume there's a very good reason for it, so here it is:
A poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Púca to Poulaphouca
Don't bring your Púca to Poulaphouca
Twould be dangerouser than sittin atop a bazooka
you're no prize fighter, or spirit palooka
so please do not take that venture
for your little púca's no reservoir rat
though he's a shape shifter no doubt of that
if you went to go camping, he'd make off with your mat
if you climbed cliffs he'd cut the rudenture
the mischievious thing would pretend to drown
king, princess or queen, no matter the crown
he'd advise you all things, and yet act the clown
oh, he'd certainly raise your calenture
for mythish named villages are no place for ghosties
he's better stay home, better make the mostie
of life on his own, maybe eat a cheese toastie
but no Poulaphouca for your Púca today
11 comments:
Possibly your finest. Don't understand it, but ghosties, mostie and cheese toasties sealed the deal for me. Perfecto!
Quite brilliant :o)
I LOVE poems like this! Made me smile.
Tiightus is rightus possibly your finust.Toastie cheeslers and wee ghosties make this the mostees. Calenture rudenture I wouldn venture to guess their meaning and that my friendsis the booty of pottree.To understand is (sometimey) to spoil the magic.
'the mischievious thing would pretend to drown king, princess or queen, no matter the crown he'd advise you all things,'
Amen to that.You am de (Woah) man , Niv.
Thanks Titus wildebeests have not been forgotten, advice will be forthcoming very soon.
Thanks Oub!
Thanks Argent - there's a heap of them over on http://poemstodissuade.blogspot.com
Thank you TFE - am glad you enjoyed, since you provided the prompt.
I am indeed the "woooo (hoo)" man...
“A sail,” said my Púka, “would surely be nifty!”
I looked at him warily, for he’s often quite shifty.
If there’s one single rule about sailing that’s clear, it’s
That no good will come from mixing water and spirits.
Acorn, *round of applause* - magic - clear it's spirits
Niamh B - I'm humbled by the applause, as I'm clearly no poet, but was simply inspired by that technique (not sure if "technique" is the right word) from two dissuasion poems ago. I'm not much of a reader of poetry, or I wasn't, I should say, but I've become a big fan of reading the Bus stuff (by all), and of course, the brilliant dissuasion series.
Thanks Acorn, delighted to have another convert for the cause - poetry is getting incredibly popular you know. All the cool kids are doing it
There are rumours from Sweden that a certain literature prize could be heading to Leixlip next year if this high standard of poetry is maintained. The switch from living animals to fabled ethereal beings is a bold one and only time can tell if the public will accept it.
fingers and toes crossed peter, though i'd have to move to leixlip then wouldn't I?
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