Look Ok I have lost the plot completely now as today is the N day where the Letter N should be a prominent feature of the post and MMMmmmmmm (or NNNNnnnnnnnn) it is not; NO in fact there is almost Nothing here that has any link to the letter N in any way except ironically the word Nothing. Anyway these things happen, I mean there I was looking back over my many many posts pondering which N post to use and for reasons only known to my subconscious I ended up with a poem that is not N related. I do not have a good memory so reading it again made me realise just what a bad poet I am . . . Something I am very proud of, not everyone can write stuff like this you know. Go on give it a go. . .
So here we have an Un N poem that will Nibble at the Nerve ends of your Neurons. First posted round about halloween 2015 sadly in October rather than November an N Month . . DAMN
Poetry for an Infinite Number of Monkeys
Halloween and Evolution
(A world first)
One day I found myself looking up
At an infinite number of Monkeys in a TREE
And an infinite number of Monkeys
Stared indignantly . . . . .
Just looking back down at ME
They said they were not happy
And they shouted in my EAR
That it was them that wrote
The collected works
Of that bloke we call SHAKESPEARE
And they had planned to write
The concise pocket edition of Aristotle
And maybe Homer’s ODYSSEY
But they then decided to all go on Strike
Because they were still waiting
For their large Shakespearean FEE
So confused I shouted
Trick or Treat, as it is nearly HALLOWEEN
But the Monkeys just sneered
And said as a relative
I was the worst they had ever SEEN
And I tried to point out to them
That I was higher in the Evolutionary Process
Which was plainly clear to SEE?
But they very kindly pointed out
I was on the ground . . . looking up
And they were looking down
From up in the TREE
While in a pond near by
A single celled critter
Sung a SONG
All about Halloween and Evolution
And how he thought
Both had gone
Quite
WRONG
Well, I think there are PLENTY of Ns in that poem. Certainly the word "number" is used a handful of times. And it is quite a delightful poem at that.
ReplyDeleteYo thanks again for visiting at this rate you will be a regular and that is good. I only have a tiny handful of regular visitors.
DeleteSome of the letters become more of a challenge
ReplyDeleteI have always been OK with the letters, but the problem this year is time. And trying to come up with a new angle on the A to Z each year gets harder and harder
DeleteSometimes, Nothing also means a lot of things...and your post is a good example of that!
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Anagha From Team MocktailMommies
Collage Of Life
Well that is very kind of you . . . . I think . . . I have never been a good example of nothing before or even a good example of many things. I am however a very good example of a very scruffy chap who cant type.
DeleteMany thanks for visiting
Though you don't have nothing prominently displayed
ReplyDeleteStill you have no reason to be so dismayed
The nothings you have are still sweetly replayed
and I think that nothing is here to convey
So nothing it is and nothing twill be
But nothing's delightful, insightful to see.
See. I can write a bad poem. Don't ever dare me.
Donna Smith
Mainely Write
NEEDER
Now that's cool . . . . Nicely done, I bet you found that loads of fun
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