Tuesday, 9 December 2014
We munched on dark chocolate digestives today, which obviously put us in a dark frame of mind. Perfect for our first stab at a found poem. Found poems take existing texts and refashion, reorder and refresh them into poetry. We were inspired by the writing of journalists Rebecca Armstrong http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/in-sickness-and-in-health-i-hope-that-one-day-hell-want-his-moose-head-again-9882195.html and Samuel Muston http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/features/love-to-eat-steak-heres-how-to-get-the-grill-of-your-dreams-9874005.html. Read their articles and then our poem (best enjoyed if read in a 1920's NY gangster voice).
If it's sticky or has any smell
have nothing to do with it.
It causes more confusion
Both were a bit off target.
I knew the meat at room temperature.
But what of the cooking?
We were in danger of running out of oxygen.
You should sell that stuff on eBay.
One day he'll want his head again.
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
Black Friday, Green Sunday, Cyber Monday.
If you're looking for a deal you'll be happy,
but you'd better watch out it might get scrappy!
Think before getting too materialistic.
In the panic and rush to find a bargain,
people have forgotten "Goodwill to all men".
Shop local, shop crafty, shop artisan, shop wise,
and don't believe the conglomerate lies.
Open your eyes to the harsh reality of Christmas.
When some have to choose to heat or to eat
whilst others spend the day alone on the street.
Just as the Angel Gabriel said
"Fear not, if all else fails,
you can always pop to the January sales."
Friday, 28 November 2014
Dogs are loyal
Sheep dogs, shooting dogs, guide dogs, rescue dogs
Prince had only 3 legs,
he was friendly and colourful and kept falling over,
Dark and mysterious was treacle.
Dogs are fun loving animas,
they do smell bad though,
they have the stinkiest farts known to man.
Honey the German Shepherd was lovely,
but scared of Mandy's husband,
Colin and Polly were hilarious and fluffy,
Merlin the Jack Russell spent hours,
amusing himself by chasing his tail,
Molly was sent to the kennels because
she would eat everyones' shoes.
Dogs listen without comment and love without condition,
They are so energetic, full of love and affection.
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Today it's hip to be square
4 equal sides, 2 dimensional
Perfect to divide and share
To be square is to be conventional
Today it's hip to be square
4 lines of symmetry, 2 faces
Perfect to stack over there
Building towers in different places
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Korean biscuit sticks, a food
With flavours so much more than good,
‘original’, ‘almond’ and ‘nude’
Although we do not wish to be rude.
When this blog began we did not foresee a
Day that we would eat biscuits from Korea.
They dissolve so sweetly in the mouth,
So we assume they’re from the south.
Sent from the Institute of Sejong,
On the plate they hardly lasted long.
We’d like to thank the language students there
For their gift, so generous and fair.
Three whole packets we ate in a trice.
We’re glad they were not from north of the border,
Where all they consume is a bowl of plain rice,
Where Kim and his cronies keep rigid order.
We hope they don’t follow our blog today,
And choose to send their next rocket our way.
Now we think we should end what we say
Before we get blown completely away.
Friday, 7 November 2014
From Lidl, assuming there’s no fiddle.
Poor old Lloyds have almost no money.
Don’t you find that terribly funny.
Other banks are making a mint.
They’ve left the rest of us skint.
They’re so choc full of cash
They can’t hide their huge stash.
Their managers feel no stress
They’ve followed the rules of RBS.
Like Fred the Shred they live so well
And leave the rest of us to rot in hell.
The staff will come off worst, we bet,
As the black horse gallops into the sunset.
Short and sweet like this biscuit.
Our accountant, Jegan, has worked out
The proportion of chocolate in it.
Eighty nine per cent or just about.
Friday, 24 October 2014
Today is someone's birthday,
is it your's today?
Are you celebrating
or will you hide away?
Are you happy to exist
adding wishes to your list,
or do you turn the other cheek
when offered a birthday kiss?
People are divided
into the celebrators and the nots,
those who won't tell a soul
and would rather it forgot,
and the others who like to
broadcast the fact,
who yearn to be pampered
and patted on the back.
However you choose to mark
the passing of your years,
be it with a party, cake or
a round of cheers.
Acknowledge the fact
that you're a year wiser,
ever closer to your obituary
in the local Advertiser.
Monday, 20 October 2014
For us, this biscuit is not a hit,
if we had our way we'd recycle it.
We'd leave it, lonely, outside the gate,
post on Freecycle and patiently wait
for someone to take it to put on their plate.
But what if it were left for days on end?
Ignored, alone, without a friend,
abandoned outside like a social misfit,
'til a dog came along and took the biscuit.
Monday, 13 October 2014
when you were a child
poetry was just boring,
at the time when your imagination
was running wild,
it would start you snoring.
As you grow,
words have flow,
they take on meaning
speaks to you
As a juvenile
poetry fails to make you smile,
yet as an adolescent
it starts to make more sense
gives you verbal wealth
to express yourself.
Poems provide words
when the tongue is tied
and emotions are running high.
Then the spoken word
doesn't sound so absurd.
Monday, 6 October 2014
Mist shrouds the silver sun.
Leaves decay and crumble.
Like this chipped choc cookie.
Or a song by Simon and Garfunkel.
Light fades at six and seven.
The air is bleak and chill with cold.
God has deserted his heaven.
‘A love once new has now grown old.’
Monday, 29 September 2014
Pick up your toys
Shouted Mum to her boys,
Pick up your feet
Said Seb Coe to Mo,
Pick up my prescription
Croaked Granny to her first son,
Pick up a Penguin
Claimed McVities 'bout their biccies,
Pick up a date
Leered Larry to his mate,
Pick up a pick up truck
Screamed the chorus to Truckasaurus,
Pick up that wrapper
ordered Dad to his whippersnapper.
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
O dear, bonnie Scotland,
Lowland, Highland, your own sweet land.
In or out? Yes or no?
Do you really wish to go?
We believe that it’s your right
To decide this question,
But we hope that the result
Does not cause you indigestion.
If you wish to make the break
Then do so for your own sake.
We will miss your clear spring water,
Your sweet, sugary shortcake.
Arbroath Smokies and your wild, fresh salmon,
Your mountains and your lochs, each make
Of whisky, such as Famous Grouse,
Oh and all that keen financial nous.
We will miss your salted porridge,
Perhaps not the haggis or the neap,
Nor do we want a passport check
At the gate of Edinburgh’s keep.
Remember what you sow you reap.
It’s best to look before you leap.
We will miss those lilting names,
McDonald and McGinnes, MacLeod,
Johnstone and McFadyen,
Even Brown and Blair, clans that, mostly, make you proud.
Without the blue on the union flag
It will look just like a wretched rag.
No longer will we ignore our northern border,
Or climb the steep and jagged ben,
Or lie beside a clear and crystal burn
That rushes through a grassy glen.
Remember too there’s no way back
If you head down that lonely track.
We will miss your football teams,
Stirling that rhymes with curling.
Where the hell are Motherwell,
East Fife and Brechin, Forfar and Elgin?
Perhaps you’d prefer more devolution
To such a dread and drastic solution.
Never more will we watch the eagle soar,
Fly-fish along the Tweed or Tay,
Beat out the grouse across the moor,
Where the heather mourns in dark decay.
We will miss your monster from Loch Ness,
But perhaps, rather less, your bank at RBS.
Now that we come to think about it
Perhaps it’s really for the best
If we go our separate way.
You take your high road and put it to the test.
Follow the shoal. Ride the tide. Drift away.
Go, with the salmon and the sturgeon, way out west.
Monday, 15 September 2014
Danish is for pastries and bacon
Everyone loves wonderful Copenhagen
No one can surpass Schmeichel's saves
Mystical mermaids languish in nordic waves
A country built upon lego foundations
Ransacking vikings invading all nations
Killing the king led to Hamlet's orations
Monday, 8 September 2014
The holidaymakers have returned to Dover
Children trudge back to school
MPs resume playing the fool
Like these biscuits
Summer crumbles to dust
and our bank accounts
are empty and bust
As stumps are drawn
And old cricketers retired
Football fans flock to the terraces
Whilst managers are hired and fired
And the transfer window closes
As petals fall from the roses
We look both back and forward in September
A time to prepare and remember
Yet life is what happens
When you're busy making a plan
So lose the calendar and pens
And enjoy this Indian Summer while you still can
Sunday, 3 August 2014
Commonwealth Cami’s Cameron Cookies
Magnificent monkeys and magnesium,
Orange orang-utans too
Now ski and swim the cool blue
Water which covers three quarters of the
Earth’s surface, but not
Australia, the country that now
Leads and tops
The Games table, not quite in the
Highlands of Scotland.