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Another poetry challenge answered.

December 2, 2006

Alright Jayne, for this challenge, just to keep things interesting, I’ll do some rework on a Cars tune.

On the concert’s edge,
a plastic hedge,
Oh, porta pottie-o.

As the groups perspire,
I get desire,
to find a pottie-o,
I gotta go.
Thank you pottie-o.

Without your plastic shield,
I think this farmer’s field
would be a smelly place.
Glad they found the space,
on which to emplace
you, my friend.
Oh porta pottie-o.
Just don’t stand downwind,
of porta pottie-o.

the Grit


Poetry challenge

November 26, 2006

A funny thing happened on my trip to the moon.
I met a tiger who gave me a spoon.
Over his shoulder he said, “don’t finish too soon,”
before rushing off to talk to a loon.

I continued on my way;
how that’s possible I can’t say.
The rings of Saturn began to sway,
and I developed a craving for curds and whey.

I discovered the road signs were made of cheese,
so I took a bite hoping it wasn’t a tease.
It turned out they were made to please,
although the smell of the spices made me sneeze.

Next I wandered into a spell of bad weather.
A moose blew by holding onto a feather.
The air had a faint scent of heather.
I wondered should I go on, or whether

In a near by cave, I should seek shelter?
I went on in and started to swelter.
It was hot in there like a big metal smelter.
That made me want that fish, what is it, gefilter?

A plate full turned up, and I whipped out my spoon,
but the sound when I dropped it awoke me too soon.
One night I’ll finish my trip to the moon,
if my dreams are inclined to grant me that boon.

the Grit

The end of the world

November 23, 2006

I woke up this morning and opened my eyes

Looked out of the window and saw no sky.

I got out of bed and found there was no floor

Walked across the room through an empty door


I went to the bathroom but it was not there

Thought I’d go to the kitchen, but there were no stairs

I floated to the mirror, no reflection did greet

Stared down at the floor, found I had no feet.


I went to get dressed, but there were no clothes

Thought “what the hell” how would anyone know

Went to find the car, but there was no road

Looked round for the thief, but I was all alone


Tried to scratch my head, all I scratched was air

Started to shout out loud, but no voice was there

And so I surmised my American friend

That this was the day the world did end


The brit

Poetry challenge answered

November 22, 2006

Tripping through a hole in the wall

takes very little effort at all. Who knows what might be in there?

Use your imagination if you dare.

Do little creatures creep and crawl,

or is it just an entry hall?

If it’s a toll way what’s the fare?

Do the mice wear clothes or just go bare?

Was that an elephant sounding a trumpet call?

Are there mushrooms that grow extremely tall?

Are the people happy without a care,

or do they hide away from a dragon’s glare?

So be careful if you take that fall,

you don’t know what’s inside that wall.

the Grit