Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Poetry

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

24 January 2009

Poetry

I have many great commenters. One is "Mimi". Today she posted a poem she wrote in 1969 and I liked it. I've been wondering what to post recently because, well, I guess I just have to shrug and say that not all days can be Good Days.

So how about I post a poem I wrote in my much younger days? I think it was written in late highschool or university, so I am guess it must have been the early 1990s. The inspiration, as always, was taken from real life. Creative pauses are required for correct meter.

"I Think"

I think
I stink
Because my deodorant
Is on the blink.

I never chose
For the deodorant to dispose
For I wish to save
Everyone's nose.

No matter a lot
If it's my choice or not,
But the arms of my shirt
Are beginning to rot.
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A little bit of culture for your weekend.

9 comments:

CynthiaK said...: Inspiring. I could almost smell you. ;-); 24 January, 2009 14:05
Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...: I felt that way just last week.; 24 January, 2009 14:14
♥ Boomer ♥ said...: GOTTA LUV IT!!! ♥♥♥♥; 24 January, 2009 14:24
Joy said...: Warning! Do not sniff armpits while carrying a thingamababy.
May result in nausea

♥
Joy; 24 January, 2009 14:25
Tracy P. said...: Gotta be a di*stink*t connection between this post and the last.; 24 January, 2009 14:31
Femina said...: Haha - I read this about ten minutes after thinking, "Hmmm... I think I need to switch back to my former brand of deodorant."
*scurries off to check whether arms of shirt have rotted*; 24 January, 2009 14:56
Sassy Britches said...: Classaaaaaaaay! I think the "arms beginning to rot" part was a nice touch. I like your kind of "culture." :); 24 January, 2009 15:13
tinsenpup said...: Wow...I just can't believe we missed that modern classic in my Uni. AusLit. class. The imagery alone will remain with me for decades to come.; 24 January, 2009 15:58
Hippomanic Jen said...: Absolutely perfect for the weather yesterday! Or not.; 25 January, 2009 16:36

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In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

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24 January 2009

Poetry

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