Today's poet

[freckle]

Wrong turn off Stanage Edge.

Splish, splash, slip, plop.
Squelch, slide , bog, slop.
Shoe, lost , left , stop.
Forward, stumble, big, Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

By Matt Harmston.

Something silly today.

you know what...you are really, really, really, really good! (have you been published yet?)

[freckle]

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Very clever HHH!

[Harry H Howgill]

I just don’t think I’ll run today,
This hamstring pain won’t go away.
My quadriceps are just too tight,
And these new shoes, they just aren’t right.
My calves they are as stiff as rocks,
Besides, I’ve lost my favourite socks.
My shin splints they are giving gyp,
My keenness just abandoned ship.
My foot’s got plantar fasciitis,
Or is that Achilles tendinitis?
I’ve got the flu, must be the swine,
No one has sore knees quite like mine.
My back is crook, my ankle’s sprained,
My ITB flared when it rained.
I’ve got a blister on my toes,
It’s got much worse; my runny nose.
My hip hurts when I bend my knee,
I’d rather stop in, have some tea.
My arches flat, my gait is off,
I really think I’m going soft.
My guts are sore, my backside’s charming,
I’ve lost my torch, mislaid my Garmin.
I go all dizzy when I stand,
I’ve got a splinter in my hand.
I feel so bad I’m gonna heave,
Will this headache ever leave?
My motivation’s done a runner,
Can’t find my windproof; what a bummer.
But then again, I’m quite the fretter,
One small run might make me better.

[Derby Tup]

Brilliant HHH!

[freckle]

I just don’t think I’ll run today,
This hamstring pain won’t go away.
My quadriceps are just too tight,
And these new shoes, they just aren’t right.
My calves they are as stiff as rocks,
Besides, I’ve lost my favourite socks.
My shin splints they are giving gyp,
My keenness just abandoned ship.
My foot’s got plantar fasciitis,
Or is that Achilles tendinitis?
I’ve got the flu, must be the swine,
No one has sore knees quite like mine.
My back is crook, my ankle’s sprained,
My ITB flared when it rained.
I’ve got a blister on my toes,
It’s got much worse; my runny nose.
My hip hurts when I bend my knee,
I’d rather stop in, have some tea.
My arches flat, my gait is off,
I really think I’m going soft.
My guts are sore, my backside’s charming,
I’ve lost my torch, mislaid my Garmin.
I go all dizzy when I stand,
I’ve got a splinter in my hand.
I feel so bad I’m gonna heave,
Will this headache ever leave?
My motivation’s done a runner,
Can’t find my windproof; what a bummer.
But then again, I’m quite the fretter,
One small run might make me better.

Just brilliant HHH! especially the last line!

[Derby Tup]

It was freezing over here earlier in the week and I started thinking about Withnail and I, including dear old Uncle Monty and then Baudelaire

A Hemisphere in Your Hair


Long let me inhale, the odour of your hair,
into it plunge the whole of my face, like a thirsty man
into the waters of a spring and wave it in my fingers like a scented handkerchief,
to shake memories into the air

What memories of Oxford (or in my case, day release at Trent Poly, 1982-86 )

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thanks Freckle for the lovely comment. I have not been published and more than that i failed english and english lit and most other exams at school. I just find this thread makes me want to join in and if my poetry is crap i know that nobody will be nasty.

[Harry H Howgill]

Thanks Freckle for the lovely comment. I have not been published and more than that i failed english and english lit and most other exams at school. I just find this thread makes me want to join in and if my poetry is crap i know that nobody will be nasty.

I've not seen a bad one of yours yet. (Said in a sincere manner, just so you know I'm not just being kind!) Yes honestly.

[Harry H Howgill]

Never use a knife and fork.
Stuff your mouth till you can’t talk.
Soak your pigtails in your soup.
Squish your fishcake into gloop.
Slosh your squash around your cup.
Use your sleeves to mop it up.
Suck ice cream from underneath.
Scrape your biscuit with your teeth.
Squirt your yoghurt from the pot.
Tie your sausage in a knot.
Paint a picture with your peas.
Squeeze some cheese between your knees.
Drink your gravy through a straw.
Bounce your burgers off the door.
Bung your thumbs in hard-boiled eggs.
Trickle treacle down your legs.
Pile up puddings on your toast.
Give your dog the turkey roast.
Hide spaghetti in your hair.
Keep crisps in your underwear.
Juggle jelly, tread in bread.
Balance bagels on your head.
Wolf down waffles while you walk…
But never use a knife and fork!

Neil Goddard

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thanks very nice o you to say so.