NATIONAL POETRY DAY apparently...

[Jemble Fred]

Hello there!

Well we may as well mark the day with another argument-fuelling epic. Let's call it...

WHORES ON A THURSDAY

A Thursday morning, bright sun on wet streets,
Is so fucking blinding – not good for the eyes,

[fanny splendid]

Making a noose from warm morning sheets
Let's hope that this thread soon dies.

[Jemble Fred]

(Yep, that'll do actually.)

[notnotnatnats]

How mean, I think a VW poem would be lovely

...and I saw LOL NO great minds of LOL NO forum,
catatonic, and ripping off old poems.
I've had too much caffine today.

[Jemble Fred]

We ripped off Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth,
A particularly good one of Wilfred Owen's,
But the ode still came out rather gay.

[Rats]

Alfonzo,
Stench of postman
Alfonzo,
Glossy junk sack and bill faced
Up my driveway

His yellow unshaven peanut
Bobbley on idiotic swagger
And up, up over my fence
eyeing my garden now, knowing

his scowl gives away nothing
I wring my hands
Hope against hope
Is it there?
In the bag?
Has it arrived?
I close my eyes
"Nope!"
he snarls a smirk
scoffing one single brown envelope
and blowing musty burp

"Curses! Will she ever write?"
Alfonzo, he say "will she shite"
"Curse you Alfonzo!"
And "I do not like you!"