I was so inspired by Stocken's poetry, that I thought it was time I shared two of my poems with y's all.
Both are from my "In search of Robbie Howett" collection, which can now be bought in a bookshop near you.
No. Not really. It would be nice though.
Large poo crumbs
T'was as such it did happen,
I was wiping my bum,
A bit of poo dropped,
and became a large crumb,
It found a tight spot,
And there it did lay,
It went quite unnoticed,
For more than a day,
Then along came a friend,
With a child and all,
The child was five,
But the friend is quite tall,
We sat and drank coke,
The child went to play,
We talked and ate cookies,
On that warm summer's day,
"Mum...Charles goes wee wee"
Said Charles at four,
"You know where it is..."
He went to the door.
A child's pee later,
He returned to his ma,
And opened his hand,
and muttered a: "Da?"
"A cookie I think."
"Or maybe some paste?"
She broke off a piece,
And ventured a taste,
Licking her lips,
She said: "That's not too bad."
"Infact it reminds me,
A bit of your dad."
Poo on fibre
I once dropped a poo,
Into a loo,
It fell with a plop,
And came to a stop,
I wondered aloud,
And said to the crowd,
It came from my cibre,
it's so full of fibre,
'Cause if it were not,
you wouldn't have got,
Such a nice snap,
But more of a splat!
Originally posted by shavixmirMay this thread live on forever. 😵
A child's pee later,
He returned to his ma,
And opened his hand,
and muttered a: "Da?"
"A cookie I think."
"Or maybe some paste?"
She broke off a piece,
And ventured a taste,
Licking her lips,
She said: "That's not too bad."
"Infact it reminds me,
A bit of your dad."
Originally posted by shavixmirWell... I looked it up for ya's all, and who'd a-thunk it, it's spelled "Khyber".
I thought it was Cibre, like in the cibre pass in Afghanistan. You know: "Carry on up the cibre."?
Maybe I mispelled it, but that's very unlike me.
😉
My most sincerest of appolo... who am I kidding, like I give a poo.
🙂
Party on.
