Jane Dougherty has a regular poetry challenge. This one – the Novo Otto – has echoes of my favourite sonnets so I thought I’d give it a whirl.
There were tasks when I were a lad
That I was taught by my old dad
Like tieing shoes and how to pee
In the upright style of we guys
But there’s one, and no surprise
He failed to explain to little me
‘Go ask your mum,’ he would respond
Which left me dumb, full of despond
So I never learnt of birds and bees
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My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
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There are some very good books you could probably borrow from your local library…
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Pictures?
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Depends on the library. The ones by the station with a curtain over the door probably have those.
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avoid embarrassment and pay a sibling to check out the book…better than sack over head (they always guess from the shoes anyway)
Hilarious post
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Thank you
IT sounds like it might resonate!
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Our father knew of the birds and the bees,
What nested where and what it’s call,
Bird’s nest in hedge, bee’s nest in wall,
Of their mating, quite a bit,
But of euphemisms, not a wit!
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Ha! Sly dog, hiding your poetry from public gaze.
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Fun read!
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Thanks Jan
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Great job. Made me smile.
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I’m with Miriam
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That’s great
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Doesn’t sound like the brother will be any help either! Amusing. Well done.
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No he was more embarrassed than me
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Made me chuckle. 🙂
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