Every Friday Chelsea Owens runs a terrible poetry prompt. I’ve yet to win which may or may not be a compliment. In fact the quality is very high so there’s room for others who can really plumb the depths. Here’s the link to last week’s winners and this is my entry.
At heart
The fart
Was really very small
And well
It’s smell
Was nothing at all.
But parps
That start
On the tiny side
May grow
You know
And be difficult to hide
Don’t think
The stink
Will give you away
It’s the sound
That’s bound
To make you pay.
Try, my boys
To keep the noise
Under some control
Or you’ll find
Mankind
Won’t be very impressed and may well think you’re some kind of uncivilised idiot.
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About TanGental
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.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
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Another very funny take!
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Ha ha. I once read that T S Elliot reputedly said that reading one’s poetry aloud was very much like smellng one’s own farts.
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Goodness, that’s a simile for the modern world
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A good trump
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Is there such a thing?
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🙂 only in lower case
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Jolly good entry, Geoff.
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Exactly why I didn’t win Robbie!
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Well, it’s terrible on two counts so maybe you just need a third sort of terrible to win…… 🙂
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I’m expanding my range to encompass awful…
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🙂
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Just saw an ad for gas relief that featured a man lifting the bed covers to let out the smell. Hope it went into his nose!
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Eeew!
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Exactly my thought on the ad.
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Ah, the ever so unpopular stinky toots lol Great, I mean, terrible write!!
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Thanks, I tried to be the best worst but I was just too goood
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Well, try harder next time lol
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I will, I will!
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And you didn’t win? I’m shocked. T’is very cute.
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The competition was fierce and to be frank I wasn’t the worst…
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Your poem cracked me up, Geoff. (Our thoughts went to the same place on this prompt). A wonderfully terrible effort. Well done!
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Thanks Diane. We need to plumb those depths…
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Keeps us juvenile… I mean, young. 🙂
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Keep trying! -Maybe try not so hard, too. Who knows -just be terrible!
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Ah I blame my mother…
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ow – what a bladder burst!
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