Wednesday, 5 December 2007

A Poem

Recently we have had a unknown person writing a poem on my blog in the comment section, and it has been decided by me and the lads in the office that it deserves a blog of it's own cause it's brilliant:

So without further ado the lyrical rhyming of Seamus Heaney and Philip Larkin:

Goosebumps and Udders
Sharp knives and cutters
Scabies and flatulence, big wasps that sting
These are a few of my favourite things

Stanley blades in golf balls
Scissors in free-fall
Riots with peelers and gays with cock rings
These are a few of my favourite things

Smooth shiney ball-bags
And leather-clad street slags
Pig sweat poppers and bingo wings
These are a few of my favourite things

Fighting with wheel-braces
And smashing up faces
Drinking in the park setting fire to swings
These are a few of my favourite things

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

it's a song

The Bard said...

no anonymous it's clearly poetry, look at the admittedly half-arsed iambic pentameter rhyme scheme. go and play with your dolls, you know nothing of poetry. a plague on both your houses, you doughball.