Poerty Appreciation Society

Re: Poetry Conventions

Quite plainly this is just an attempt to join those mamby pamby, wishey washy tight wearing, flower sniffing, quill abusing types that can't make their minds up if it's a song or a note to the milkman that they're writing.

All good and worthy poems, of the first water, follow a stricted convention. The first line should contain "There was a young..."

Brevity is good. Something like...

"A curious creature the flea
you can't tell the he from the she
But he can and she can, Whoopee!

...sure beats all that Paradise Lost malarkey.

Anyway, anymore than 30 words takes to long to write on the loo wall.
 
Re: Poetry Conventions

Best one seen on loo wall

This bloody toilet is no good at all
The seat is too high and the hole is too small

And underneath in a different handwriting (with Jimi in mind obviously)

To which I must add the obvious retort
Your arse is too big and your legs are too short
 
My favourite -

When you use this marble hall
Use the paper, not the wall
For it is a dirty trick
To rub your ar$e along a brick


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Re: My favourite -

Or the one on an Aberdonian bog

Here I sit brokenhearted
Spent a penny and only farted
 
Don\'t tell them your name, Pike!

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I believe she was actually married to John le Mesurier of Dad's Army fame

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Absolutely true. I remember my mother telling me that John Le Mesurier was on "This is Your Life", round about the time his marriage to her was breaking up. Presumably someone had forgotten to mention this to the hapless researcher, because they were seated together on the programme, and the barely concealed hatred between them was evident to all. For some reason, this has never featured on any of the "It'll be All-new Naughtiest Blunders on the Night"-type programmes.
 
Re: Lincoln Station

loo had some reasonable poets decorating it. One memorable offering went as follows.

The painters work has been in vain
The sh*thouse poet strikes again.

Beneath it it said.

Oh sh*thouse poet
When you die
You'll see erected in the sky
A momument of solid sh*t
to commemorate your mirth and wit.

The painter.
 
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