Bet ye thought I'd forgotten... never!
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A poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your Poet to the Meat Processor
Don’t bring your Poet to the Meat Processor
Not unless you want to obsess her
With blood yukky guts yukky gore, oh god bless her
What can I say to convince you
She’d write sonnets on tumblers, would rhyme at the trimmers
There’d be no end of trouble as she’d rip through the inners
And mourn for the animals, write odes for the sinners
Would sharpen noun knives with verb flints, ooh
She’d be so unkind would go endlessly quoting
Animal loving poets to the workers while noting
The scent of the blood and the decorous coatings
If you try to obstruct her she’ll mince you
For it’s a well known fact that all poets are vegans
And this is why too, quite a lot are Galwegian
They’d go ape in a meat plant, so don’t risk a lesion
No Meat Processor for your Poet today
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11 comments:
hear hear!
‘Pon laying her eyes on the shredding machine, a
Sensitive poet might write a sestina
We’d all shun the beef, such shame t’would arouse
Then what would we do with all those damn cows?
"Would sharpen noun knives with verb flints, ooh" ... nice.
Yes Jessica - you can verify the galwegien-ness can't you?
Obviously Dead Acorn, we'd keep them as pets. They've got to be better than dogs anyway!!
machine, a sestina... brilliant ;-)
Wouldn't it be great to actually own a poet to bring to the meat processor? A bit like having your own jester in the yore age.
I love the vegan/galwegian rhymn :o))
oH that I was a galwegian
vegan, perhaps my poems
would find publication
(or rhyme)
Since you've veered off animals can I request a poem of dissuassion?
Some verses I could carry on my person to dissuade me from parting with hard earned cash, ie a poem to dissuade emerging writers from entering competitions, you know the type-entry fee 50 quid, the prize, a shopping trolley token...?
Peter - poets make great pets, need very little exercise and can be very quiet.
Thanks Oub - deffo one of my finest moments.
Hmmm Niamh - I'll have to think about that one. Anything is possible I guess.
Yashabladderwrackerdoobydaby ddodyliciousnessintybintymccflintypootoobimanoobifrewaertsyreterdtyugrtrferdtyuinhgfvdretyuiomhjhytrfnkijuhygtredtttttyhhhhujjikolplm,.;'[-=0998763312 and ting innit dude!
Oops. That's wiped out virtually every poem in "The Fat Plant" then.
Lol!
Good that m a veggie, coz can't follow rules!
My poet is my poet is my poet :D
Quite TFE.
Oh Titus, just as well you've written more since then...
Very glad news Erratic!
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