Ye Olde Linoleum Shoppe

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

A Bad Dose of the Sonnets


Hello folkingtons, delightful to see you again. Three more poems - and yes I haven't a clue what any of this is about or where it's going, but I must say being a poet is a real blast, the money is spectacular and sitting in my underpants smoking gitanes at four in the morning c'est tres moi!


SAXOPHONOSYNTHESIS

The sun's a solar instrument
At the angels' beatnik gig
But if you want to hear it
Daddy-o, you have to dig.
For the music flows in silence
From the tip of heaven’s eave
And quietly it jives through air
Below to waiting leaves.
The leaves they vibrate twigs,
Twigs and branch and bough,
Down the tune keeps beating
Past the locus of the plough.
Until, where trees are fastened
To terra firma by their shoots
There you sense that music
It goes Rooty
                         Toot
                                    Toot
                                                Toot.


* * * * *

* * * * * * *



AND ALL THEY EVER FOUND WAS MOTHER HUBBARD'S BONES

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the Cupboard
To feed her minature poodle
When she got there
Inside lurked a bear
With his big hairy bum in her strudel.
YUM! YUM!

* * * * *


THE TRUTH ISN'T

Eve eloped with the snake
(Left one rib I.O.U.)
Noah’s ark did not float
(Leaky two by twos.)
The Tower of Babel reached its peak
Avoiding liquidation
(Two Mormons climbed to the top
Then offered God salvation)
Abraham’s sacrifice
Isaac did not survive
A Japanese whaling boat
Ate Jonah alive
And walls around Jericho
Israel did not uproot
While Goliath with a sheep
Cleaned David off his boots

And that's the truth despite the plain
Bible contradictions
Those Mormons rubbed the Lord up wrong
Now truth's stranger than friction

* * * * *


Until we meet again - keep chewing on those gitanes.

8 comments:

  1. Loved the rooty toot toot toot bit.....

    ReplyDelete
  2. I think it's more commonly expressed as 'rooty toot toot' - but I had to get the meter correct.

    ReplyDelete
  3. nunthing ventured............

    ReplyDelete
  4. Bride of Christ! What do you expect from me!

    ReplyDelete
  5. call me quidnunc why dont you!

    ReplyDelete
  6. If it's a few quid you're looking for it's the nunchaku for you.

    ReplyDelete

Hello

My Photo
Ireland
I am a descended from a long line of conga dancers. I occasionally wear shoes. I gave up going to the toilet twenty years ago - it's a filthy habit. I have a pet bunny called Mucky - he's a filthy rabbit.

AND NOW FOR SOME SHAMELESSLY DIMINUTIVE FACES IN SMALL SQUARE BOXES