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Saturday, October 01, 2011

Word things

Today I am going to read this at the Dan in a pathetically cryptic attempt to annoy the hordes of Collingwood supporters who will be too drunk and shouty to hear a syllabub of it anyway. I call it a word poem, in that it is like a sound poem, a found poem, an alphabet poem, or a nice poem, except that it is made out of words.

A WORD POEM

Cankers rankle mouldy manky
Ruthless toothless old and cranky
Gunk and skanky lice and flies -
Cats eat Pies.

McGuire liar pants on fire
Groin conjoin the highest buyer
Hanky panky chunky thighs -
Also, Cats eat Pies.

Tinkle winkle little pinky
Rabies babies farting stinky
Dingle mingle single sighs
Plus, Cats eat Pies.

Colostrum nostrum boozy bash
Casino funny money cash
Soiling sweated shifty eyes
Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats Cats eat Pies.

UPDATE! - Enough said!

6 comments:

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Ice tea scat

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

/gratuitous anagram

Caz said...

The last two lines have depth, symmetry and a lyrical grasp of the poetic language that even the most mature poets often fail to master.

The urbane and confident manner in which words have been chosen harks to a very exciting future in modern Australian poetry.

TimT said...

Congratulations :)

TimT said...

Baron -

Ice tea PATS!

Also,

Space I teat.

Ampersand Duck said...

CATS! Love it!

Email: timhtrain - at - yahoo.com.au

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