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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Something...

A NanoAmerico^ for The American Sandwich game..

The prompt sentence this week is:
Dawn's idea of change was spending small coins, Dave wanted to emigrate.

Here's my NanoAmerico^


Sick of busking.
Dawn's idea of change was spending small coins, Dave wanted to emigrate.
And get a proper job.
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Here's a Syllable Sestina:
BANDANA MAN
Banana fedora
Oban organ feeder
Ta Ha led Fandango.
Bora ganja-man said:
Feed your bandana man
on Hiva Oa sand.
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More about the Syllable Sestina here

Monday, February 22, 2010


wRITTEN FOR AND POSTED TO mONDAY pOETRY tRAIN rEVISITED

PICCADILLY ALLEY CAT
This is a story about a kitty 
alley cat, that everyone calls smelly 
she lives in a junk yard broken telly 
by Mother Macs in Back Piccadilly 
she needs a human to scratch her belly 
and to feed her cat food set in jelly.


           Of course it doesn’t have to be jelly  
She likes chocolate does little miss kitty
         And a lump of cheese to fill her belly 
Cause it’s not her fault that she’s so smelly 
It’s the junk they sling in Piccadilly 
Where she sleeps in that broken old telly.


          But she likes it in her cosy telly 
As long as she gets to eat her jelly 
There’s plenty of scraps in Piccadilly 
But not the sort that would suit a Kitty 
Take-Away litter and sick so smelly 
Not the Carry-Out for her thin belly


       Feed her don’t tease her and scratch her belly 
And take a new cushion for her telly 
The one she’s got now is really Smelly 
And don’t forget she likes cat food jelly 
And that she answers to Cat not Kitty 
Next time you see her in Piccadilly


        If you’re a long way from Piccadilly 
But you’ve got spare food to fill her Belly 
You can mail her some addressed to Kitty 
The one called Cat that lives in the telly 
She’s the one that loves to eat some jelly 
The scrawny tabby that’s very Smelly


          I know you don’t like her oh so smelly  
But that’s just life in Back Piccadilly 
You could take a jar of squishy jelly 
And massage it on to her thin Belly 
take a winter blanket for her telly 
make a scrawny mog a pretty kitty.


Kitty alley cat from Piccadilly
Smelly and scrawny tabby thin belly
Telly that she sleeps in, eats some jelly.
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If you like this, you may like this one too!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Haiku Bones: Fraught

Written for Haiku Bones: Fraught (prompt)
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Bones:

Danger fraught
shifting snow drifting
white out white
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NaiSaiKu:

Fraught danger
shifting snow drifting
WHITE OUT WHITE
drifting snow shifting
danger fraught
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXVII

Written for 3WW
The words this week are:
Occur, Ragged, and Tidy.

Here's an anagram in the NaiSaiKu style:

God cured City rag
could be an anagram of
OCCUR TIDY RAGGED
which is an anagram of
Acid drug orgy etc.
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It's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Carry On Tuesday #40

Written for Carry On Tuesday
The prompt this week is from Percy Bysshe Shelley:
Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past.

Here's my Syllable Sestina:

TORTURE THEM!
Fear not for the future
you’re fearful, not the fort.
Torture them! Fear not, fuse
future nurture. Fear them
that fuse fear, torture not,
not that you fuse for fear.
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Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #202

Prompt: Ethics / Ethical SS#202
Here's a Syllable Sestina :

Hi Sunday Scribblings, sorry this post has been deleted.
Happy Valentines to you all!

Syllable sestina...

SYLLABLE SESTINA
I haven't posted anything for a few days because I've been busy with this new craze - The Syllable Sestina, which I first saw on Tiel Aisha Ansari's blog 
She of course is brilliant at them, you only have to read her regular sestina's to find the depth and breadth of her capabilities.
COMPETITION                                                                                                                                          Also, I believe that there is a competition being held by Wags Review, for anybody interested in this form. Although you'll need to hurry 'cos the deadline is March the 1st. You should Clink~the~link as they can explain it far better than I.
ADDICTIVE AS SUDOKU
The troube with the Syllable Sestina, is that it is as addictive as Sudoku. It's one of those games you just MUST play. If you do have a go and post something on your blog, please leave a comment and link on this blog as I'd be interested to read whatever you write.
FIRST ATTEMPTS
Okay, I better explain the rules as I understand them, although, you'd be safer to check out one of the links above. Here goes:  Firstly the poem only contains six syllables, which are repeated in the same pattern of end words as in a regular sestina. So the sixth syllable of the first line, becomes the first syllable of the second line and so on.
123456
615243
364125
532614
451362
246531
I've done a few, but you'll have to bear with me, as they're probably not syllabically perfect.
 If you do one please leave a comment on this post with a link to the piece on your blog, as I'd be very interested to read YOUR interpretation of this form.

HERE'S ONE:
FORK OFF
Coffee or tea Madam?
Sham of fad free tea or
more damn tea, coffee mad
made for free, scam of tea?
Teas made of orange seed.
See tea spam ad, fork off!
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HERE'S AN ORDINARY
SESTINA I DID EARLIER
Clink~da~link!

Here's another Syllable Sestina
Torture Them!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXVI

Written for and posted to 3WW
The words this week are:
Lucid, Righteous, and Salvage.

A NaiSaiKu in anagram format:

Vicarage light used soul
an anagram of
LUCID RIGHTEOUS SALVAGE
an anagram of
I give Dutch sausage roll
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Sorry folks, Hi -cut sausage roll guide  was wrong. I used an extra U instead of a V

Monday, February 08, 2010

Monday Poetry Train Revisited


Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited

I wrote this about a year ago and originally posted it on my SweetTalkingGuy blog.


ANDY SEWINA
They said I’ve got to write a sestina
I said my name is Andy Sewina
Would you like a bite of my banana
How long till you get some new pyjama
Is that a felt hat or a fedora
Did you sail into the new marina

I once met a mermaid called Marina
I thought I’d tell you in this sestina
That I always wear an old fedora
She said is your name Andy Sewina
Lemontina do you wear pyjama
Oh but please please don’t drive me banana

Joey likes to eat yellow banana
When he pedalo to the marina
Everybody loves his blue pyjama
When he goes siesta with sestina
He dreams that he is Andy Sewina
Wearing a big coat and a fedora

You really can’t ignore a fedora
Even a squishy squashy banana
Won’t make you into Andy Sewina
So don’t go try to swim the marina
Who said it’s complicated sestina
It’s so easy peasey in pyjama

Do the drama school supply pyjama
I’ll bring a pair under my fedora
It’s time for us to sing my sestina
Ba ba ba bana bana banana
Ma ma ma mamma ma ma marina
Yeah lemontina Andy Sewina

Dance like fiesta Andy Sewina
Do Sucu sucu Cuba pyjama
Discotina down to the marina
Don’t forget to don your old fedora
Ba ba ba bana bana banana
Singer ringer dinger my sestina

Dreamer dreamer sestina pyjama
Andy Sewina with his fedora
Slip don’t trip banana skin marina
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Don't you know? It's never too late to take The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
At The American Sandwich game.. the prompt sentence is:   
Don't maul me man, cried the tea leaf, as he dipped the mall guard's sky rocket. ~ What will YOU write?

Friday, February 05, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXV

Written for 3WW
 The words this week are: Frantic, Lurch, and Odor.
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Here's mine:

A door crunch flirt
could be an anagram of
LURCH FRANTIC ODOR
which is an anagram of
Lunar torch for CID
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Sorry I'm late, only just got back from Plymouth.

Monday, February 01, 2010

After the manner of Stan Ski...

Posted to the NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and at Monday Poetry Train Revisited

My NaiSaiKu..
Two thousand and ten
O'one O'2 twenty ten
Eye oh, to I owe!
01. 02. 2010
Oh aye, zero two
Zero one point zero two
Two thousand and ten
 01022+10

A Found  American Sentence ~ John Lennon said :
Possession isn't nine-tenths of the law, it's nine-tenths of the problem.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #200

A NanoAmerico^ for Sunday Scribblings.

The prompt this week is Milestone.

Here's my attempt :

Five miles back to Hell, five miles to the beach. Only the milestone stood between her, the devil, and the deep blue sea. Which way to go?

30012+10/2


This is my NanoAmerico^ it consists of an Allen Ginsberg style American Sentence, sandwiched between two Iota sentences of ten syllables each or less. You can play too, at The American Sandwich game..

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXIV

Written for and posted to 3WW
The words this week are:
Beacon, Grieve, and Kindred.

Here's mine:

Greed or nice bank dive?
come from these three little words
BEACON GRIEVE KINDRED
Which are an anagram of
Cave binge drinker ode!
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Please note I've moved
the NanoAmerico^ to here

Monday, January 25, 2010

Friendships

Posted to Monday Poetry Train Revisited
and The American Sandwich game..

Here's an American Sentence:

Lovers come and go, friendships wax and wane, memories last forever.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Yes of Course!

A NaiSaiKu for Sunday Scribblings
and at Carry on Tuesday the prompt is:
A room hung with pictures is
a room hung with thoughts.
A quote by Joshua Reynolds.

Here's mine:

For ye thinking Scouse
Is a room hung with pictures
A ROOM HUNG WITH THOUGHTS?
Is a room hung with pictures
thinking? Yes of course.
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Have you seen the NanoAmerico^  on the new sandwich menu at The American Sandwich game..???

Friday, January 22, 2010

ChooseDayChoice #1

This weeks sentence is:
She rocked the cradle so violently that even the voodoo doll screamed.

Here's mine:

VOODOO DOLL
"Oh, what a perfect day!" she exclaimed, opening the bedroom curtains. She rocked the cradle so violently that even the voodoo doll screamed. Picking it up, she stuffed its head between the springs under the snare drum.
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This was originally written for a 3WW prompt and you can find the original post HERE.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXIII

written for and prompted by 3WW
the words this week are:
Ideal, Measure, and Teeter.

Here's mine:

AN IDEAL HUSBAND
She wanted her ideal husband to measure up, not teeter about. But, even John Wayne would teeter on the brink of her ideal measure. He surprised her, by shooting from the hip, like his Western counterpart.
20012+10

An anagram of
Esteemed evil at rear
With rehashed words is
IDEAL MEASURE TEETER
Which can be read as
A re-teet leader I muse
O anagram fan
20012+10/1

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Tuesday What??

and a daft one for The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

LITTLE BLACK BOOK DEF
Then there's Diane, Debbie and Dawn and all the D's in the dictionary. Eva, Eve and Evalyne for ever and ever eternally. Franny, Francis, Fran, foremost for femininity, for most? for me!
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OH KIDDO!
The Haiku kigo is the kiddo of an American Sentence. A kiddo is a character, it could be simply a he or she. For kigo read saijiki, for kiddo check your book of baby names.
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KALEIDOSCOPE EYES
He goes on about his kaleidoscope eyes, ever since she smacked him. Although, he did always say that he could see the bubbles in the air. Do you really think that he can see things, or is he shitting us up?
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eyemaxfractalme
kaleidoscopeprojection
BUBBLESINTHEAIR
kaleidoscopeprojection
eyemaxfractalme
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SOAK IT UP

SOAK IT UP
Many of the poems I write could be songs, sometimes they start out that way, because I find it easier to remember things if they have a tune. And all my poems do, each and every one of them has an internal tune that I can remember it by. I can go back to my old poems and sing each one, straight off the page. Why am I telling you all this nonsense? I really don't know, apart from by way of introduction to the following song. Song? why is it a song? Well it's a song because I wrote it for Cliff Richard, only joking, but I did write a song for Cliff once, honestly. Of course he didn't use it, why would he? Anyway, the real reason that this piece is a song is because it sings itself to me, as opposed to me singing the line to myself. It's something to do with the repetition of the catchy bit, the thing that real songwriters call the hook.

SOAK IT UP
This could be our last
chance to get it on
we're getting out of
here before too long

So soak it up go soak it up
it won't be long you heard it here
so soak it up go soak it up

'cos very soon we'll
all be going up
into the atmosphere
to soak it up

So soak it up go soak it up
it won't be long you heard it here
so soak it up go soak it up

Such a beautiful day
so let's go fly
up above the clouds
and the clear blue sky

So soak it up go soak it up
it won't be long you heard it here
so soak it up go soak it up
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Monday, January 18, 2010

Carry On Tuesday #36

Written for and posted to carry on tuesday
also posted to MondayPoetryTrainRevisited.

The prompt this week is from Robert Browning's
Grow Old Along With Me
Grow old along with me
the best is yet to be.


I used the line the best is yet to be, which I inserted into
the rewriting/updating of a piece I wrote a few years back.
The original poem is a stand alone piece and todays offering
is to be treated as something new, which it is, because I have
something new and fresh to say on the matter. Phew!

                                                                            
GOT YOUR LETTER
(STILL)
I got your letter yesterday
How I wish you could come to stay
Even though you're so far away
You wrote a note to say that you
Miss me need me want me love me

You are my sun you are my moon
You are my lyric and my tune
You are my midnight and my noon
So please please come back some day soon

Miss you need you want you love you
Don't you know that I love you too?

Although that was five years ago
Nothing's changed I still love you so
The best is yet to be you know
Oh yeah, have you still got my ring?
I want you more than anything

You are my sun you are my moon
You are my lyric and my tune
You are my midnight and my noon
So please please come back someday soon

Miss you need you want you love you
Don't you know that I love you three? 
Repeat
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Last weeks Carry On Tuesday post for anyone who missed it!  

Don't forget The NaiSaiKu Challenge? and The American Sandwich game..                                             

Saturday, January 16, 2010

One Single Impression Prompt 99

The prompt at One Single Impression is: Chaos.

Here's an American Sandwich:

FIFTEEN SECONDS OF SHAME
Chaos reigned in his dreams, he thought it was her he was making love with. She was so squishy when they kissed, she felt so real, so hot in his arms. He had wanted her for so long, but she was just another bad dream.
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Here's a link to one I did for you last year:
Clink- Me-Here.. The Spectral Tarsier.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Three Word Wednesday CLXXII

Written for and prompted by 3WW
and posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge? and ABC Wednesday.

The 3WW words this week are:
Zeal Jolt and Ribbon.

Here's mines :
I wrote a blotz poem in the NaiSaiKu style.

J-Bolt Iron blaze
which is an anagram of
ZEAL JOLT RIBBON
which is an anagram of
Jail Borne Blotz
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Don't you know? 
It's NEVER too late to take  
The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Monday, January 11, 2010

carry on tuesday #35

A NaiSaiKu and an American Sandwich
written for and posted to carry on tuesday


This week the prompt is part of the opening line of
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Here's mine:

TIMES NEW ROMAN
It was the best of times new roman, although, it was the worst of times. It looked better in Italic, than in bold, although, both might work too. It was the best of times, although, it was the worst of times new roman.
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Worst times best
Best times worst times best
BEST TIMES BEST
best times worst times Best
best times Worst
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The American Sandwich game.. 
and don't forget to take
The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
New post next Tuesday!

SWAN LANE
Boots strapped on, he's dancing down streets where puppy dogs meet and big dogs mate. He strolls the alley, where Gordon met his fate, and rats come up for air. Watching his ankles, hat over his eyes, that's not snow when pigeons fly.
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MUSIC STREET
(back story)
I once wrote a stage play called Music Street, although I'm not sure if 'stage play' isn't a bit over the top, I do remember at the time I called it a Music Play. Anyway, it was an all singing all dancing production written for the stage. It was set in a Manchester street, which has long been demolished. The name of the street was New Brown Street and the first street off it on the left, if you were coming from Market Street, was called Swan Lane. In my Music Play I changed the name of New Brown Street to Music Street and Swan Lane to Swan Lake. The play was about two teenage gangs and the first half of it was set in 1969 when the area was starting to be boarded up ready for the pending demolition. The second act was set ten years later in 1979 after a new indoor shopping centre had been constructed. But you don't really need to know all this, it's just my long winded way of telling you that the ABOVE^ American Sandwich poem is based on one of the original songs from the first act.

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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sunday Scribblings #197

Written for and posted to Sunday Scribblings
The prompt today is Extreme.
Also posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?

Here's mine:

Extreme climate change
This is the global warming
FOUR MINUTE WARNING
This is the global warming
Extreme climate change
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Have you taken The NaiSaiKu Challenge? yet??

Saturday, January 09, 2010

American Sandwich

Written for and posted to
Here's a little something from my old somebodies address book :
LITTLE BLACK BOOK ABC
Avril, Angela and Annette and all the A's in the alphabet. Billie and Bobbie and Bernadette, all of the blondes and the brunettes. Carol, Cathy and Caroline, and all the C's in the chorus line.
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Thursday, January 07, 2010

Wendy Naisa

BUY MY BOOK
Proper Trog and Other Nursery Nonsense
is a poetry booklet (chapbook) that I wrote
when my son Jack was a baby.
It is a print-on-demand-title and all of the cover
price goes to the Manchester Ataxia charity.
clink-da-link-then!

Phew, Wendy's prompts are back Online from today,
so I'm going to do a little NaiSaiKu for the Challenge?

Posted to The NaiSaiKu Challenge?
and PoetsWhoBlog

Left on time
Snow time like wet feet
NO TIME LEFT
Wet feet like most wine
Felt no time
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How to write a
NaiSaiKu..

First of all I must stress that NaiSaiKu..
is a just for fun form of poetry.
It’s not meant to be taken seriously by real poets or by academics.

I started by writing a three-line poem with a strict syllable count.
I didn’t know where to put the title so I tagged it on the end
making it into a four-line poem.
I then repeated the previous three lines in reverse order to give
me a seven-line poem of two stanzas linked by a central TITLE.
Here’s an example:

Skating on the pond
If the ice cracks don’t go on
Hippopotamus
SKATING ON THE POND
Hippopotamus
If the ice cracks don’t go on
Skating on the pond

I liked the way this looked with its capitalised TITLE and where possible
I also coloured this in blue. If you look at the above example you’ll
notice that the title is the first and last line repeated.
The strict syllable count here is 5-7-5 plus of course 5 for the TITLE.
Giving a total count of 39 syllables. However, this was only the beginning…

Next I looked at different ways of building a NaiSaiKu..
the following example shows how you can use 41 syllables by making the
second and sixth lines read the same as the TITLE.
Here’s an example:

This is a sandwich
I am the meat and two veg
I'm a slice of bread
I AM THE MEAT AND TWO VEG
I'm a slice of bread
I am the meat and two veg
This is a sandwich

Now if the aim of NaiSaiKu.. was to keep to a strict syllable count and
to impose an immovable discipline, then the above form would be the one I would choose because it can be read in so many ways. It’s no longer just two stanzas
with a daft central TITLE it can now be read as three separate Haiku or Senryu
the first three lines, the middle three, and the last three. Phew!

So, if I could move the title from the first line to the second line and increase the
syllable count why couldn’t I use the third line as the TITLE and decrease
the syllable count again? Of course that’s exactly what I did next!
Here’s an example:

You tell them three times
Then they think that they told you
Who the hell yell you
WHO THE HELL YELL YOU
Who the hell yell you
Then they think that they told you
You tell them three times

I like the way this reads, it’s a good form if you really want to shout something out!

You may have noticed that the titles are colour coded.
I use blue for the first style red for the 41 syllable form and pink for the
central repetition of lines 3 and 5.
For a more modern approach I highlight the TITLE in green.

So far we’ve only looked at strict form or restricted poetry as some people may call it.
I set my work out in this way because I was comfortable with a strict 5 – 7 – 5 syllable old English Haiku style and I found it worked well for me.

Because NaiSaiKu.. is just a bit of fun!
I have made no attempt to enter into or emulate the spirit
of either traditional or modern Haiku of which there are
many excellent examples available on the World Wide Web.

Finally you can create your own NaiSaiKu..
in a modern style without any syllable restriction if you like,
or you can try a 3 – 5 – 3 or a 2 – 3 – 2 or a short – long – short or a
der – der – der or a singing – rhyming – chiming one
if the mood or your muse takes you there.
Here’s an example of the 2 – 3 – 2 syllable form:

Spring dawn
Cats come home
First light
SPRING DAWN
First light
Cats come home
Spring dawn

Or for a really neat look you could build it like this:

Spring dawn
Cats come home
FIRST LIGHT
Cats come home
Spring dawn

And a rhyming example:

Hippopotawot
Hippopotawotamus
Hippopotamus
HIPPOPOTAWOT
Hippopotamus
Hippopotawotamus
Hippopotawot

Or this way:

Hippopotamus
Hippopotawotamus
HIPPOPOTAWOT
Hippopotawotamus
Hippopotamus

Finally finally, you can of course convert an existing
Haiku into a NaisaiKu.. if you really want to.

Here's the trick - You take a well written modern Haiku like the 2-3-2 below:

Dry slopes
on the piste
wet snow

Then you add the TITLE:

Dry slopes
on the piste
wet snow
ON THE PISTE

Then you add the second stanza which is a reverse of the first,
and hey presto you have just built a NaiSaiKu..

Dry slopes
on the piste
wet snow
ON THE PISTE
wet snow
on the piste
dry slopes

But 'old on a mo', we ain't finished yet 'cos now we're gonna go full circle
and reveal the Emperor's new clothes:

Dry slopes on the piste
wet snow on the piste wet snow
on the piste dry slopes

Remember that if you use somebody else’s work
you will usually need their written permission before you can publish it or post it Online.

In conclusion, NaiSaiKu.. can rhyme or not rhyme, they can be built to a strict syllable
form or they can be free verse. I think that the only thing that actually sets them
apart or perhaps makes them unique is the fact that the TITLE is CAPITALISED
and is placed in the centre of the piece. Most of the examples we have looked at
have seven lines including the TITLE LINE but there's nothing to stop you
from experimenting with more lines or from adding puns and metaphor
or even from changing the order of the way the words go, like in this
example, from our Stan, at Elephant Small
COST OF REVERSAL
which can be read back to front.

At the end of the day NaiSaiKu.. is Just a bit of fun!

Andy Sewina
060209

If you would like to be part of the evolution of NaiSaiKu..
and write your own example.
Simply post it on your own blog or web site and leave a link in the comments box
on this post so we can all read your contribution.
Many thanks for reading this and if you do leave a link in the comments box
I'll add you to the Bloggage! unless you ask me not to... Phew!

And feel free to stick The NaisaiKu Challenge? game on your blog roll too!

Monday, January 04, 2010

HAPPY NEW THINGY!

BUY MY BOOK
Okay, so you've got loads of money and nothing to spend it on, right? Well look no further, this is your opportunity to BUY MY BOOK . You see, I've got a few of my little poetry books that I used to sell for beer money (at the different pub-poetry nights that I used to attend). The one I'm selling here, right now to YOU is called PROPER TROG and OTHER NURSERY NONSENSE and it's a little rhyming thingy that I wrote for my son, when he was a baby. It's going to cost you £2.95 post paid, if you live in the UK or £3.95 for any place else. And here's the deal - You simply send the dosh to my publisher and he'll mail you the goods by return post. But wait, there's more... Like you I don't NEED the money, but I know somebody who does, so for each book we sell I will donate the full cover price of £2.95 GBP to my fave charity MANCHESTER ATAXIA and pay any extra postage that is necessary out of my own pocket. Right, how many copies DO YOU WANT? Oh yes, my Publisher is RAWPRINTZ MANCHESTER.. and you can e-mail him at: propertrog@aol.co.uk

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Just When You Thought It Was Safe....

APOLOGIES
First of all I must apologise to all of you, for not posting anything for so long. However, now that I'm back, I'm going to post a couple of things. The first one, which I will post right now, should give you an idea of where I'm at.
I'M FIGHTING BACK
I've got a diagnostic army in my head
feels like soldiers made of plastic, tin and lead.
They are marching up and down to find my brain
and a chemical brigade invades my vein.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

Of course, when the diagnosis didn't work
they sent for the Neuro-Surgeon Doctor Burke.
Who wanted to drill a hole into my head
It's a simple operation, so he said.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I'm fighting back!

So I took my head to see another Quack
all he did was stick a needle in my back.
But hey, even if and when, they find my brain
I'll hide my mind, my soul, my memory lane.
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack- attack! I'm fighting back!

Next time they're going to scan me, front and back
but please, don't send me to that Quack 'Flat-tyre Jack!'
Ack-ack-ack, Ack-ack-attack! I won't come back!
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009