Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Púca to Poulaphouca

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:

Titus said...

Possibly your finest. Don't understand it, but ghosties, mostie and cheese toasties sealed the deal for me. Perfecto!

Domestic Oub said...

Quite brilliant :o)

Argent said...

I LOVE poems like this! Made me smile.

Totalfeckineejit said...

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.

Niamh B said...

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...

The Dead Acorn said...

“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.

Niamh B said...

Acorn, *round of applause* - magic - clear it's spirits

The Dead Acorn said...

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.

Niamh B said...

Thanks Acorn, delighted to have another convert for the cause - poetry is getting incredibly popular you know. All the cool kids are doing it

Peter Goulding said...

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.

Niamh B said...

fingers and toes crossed peter, though i'd have to move to leixlip then wouldn't I?