Poetry for Bad Poets

There is nothing worse that sitting down to write a post for my rather popular (OK that is a slight lie) Blog and then thinking HANG ON what am I going to write about. . . . . . .MMMMMmmmmmm AH DAMN. . . . . . . . Yes some days are harder than others as I'm sure all of you that write blogs will nod knowingly at and agree. So I have decided to Write some (More) instant poetry, I dont know how folk write poetry really, I mean, am I meant to sit for days pondering stuff or at moments of inspiration, stop everything and grab a pen and write it all down knowing that 5 minutes later it will be gone forever. That happens all the time I suspect. Over half of the poems that have wandered through my mind have spilt out of my ear onto the pavement and have vanished. And I bet it is all the good ones too, it is always the good ones that get lost.

So today this is one of my think of a first line and go for it poems (like most of the others really) and with luck in about 10 - 15 minutes or so another classic poem will hit the world of literature like a small grain of sand on a big beach full of sand. 

I have not thought of any poetry today

So I will have to try and amuse folk

In some other way

Like telling how I confused a chicken with a Cannonball

Which I bounced at it along the hall

Or how I skied up a very steep hill

Using jet powered skis

Made with my trusty

Electric Drill

You see I am rather good at making stuff

Although folk laugh and point

Because they say it is

Wonky and incredibly rough

But when I'm wealthy

With my name in Bright Lights

And have a posh dog that

Growls and bites

Folk will not laugh at me then

As Fang the dog eats their Hen

I think it’s the one I threw the cannonball at

The cannonball that accidently

Squashed the cat

Yes OK squashing cats is a

Bad thing to do

But then so is Flushing a tortoise

Down the loo

No, no I didn’t do that

That was Jim

He says Tortoises are

A bit Grim

And Now I appear to have lost the plot

As this poetry has things in it

It should not

So I better go as its getting dark

And it is time to chase Owls about

In the park

And put Slugs in the JELLY

Its OK they are still alive I’m not that nasty
Just SMELLY

Please Note . . . . .

No animals were hurt in the writing of this Poetry

But I have finished Now SO

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Time to GO