All entries for May 2010
May 03, 2010
~ I'm childish, and like re-writing things. I should either dedicate this to Grimsby, or to Kerry Katona. I'm not sure which is worse...
There Was An Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many kids; she didn’t know what to do.
She suspected at least twelve different dads,
The lack of child maintenance sent her quite mad.
She fed them on ‘Iceland’ family bags
And when they played up, she burnt them with fags.
But when the kid’s wounds were spotted at school
In came social services, out went her rule.
Although she’s in prison, each night she thanks God
She doesn’t have to deal with those twelve little sods.
May 01, 2010
~ A sonnet, with a painfully forced rhyme scheme. I've also had to put in little asterisks inbetween stanzas on account of this formatting being evil.
As oppoed to e loving, gushing, or even vaguely sensitive ode, this is based on a work by one of my favourite nutters, The Marquis de Sade. So yes, here's my adaptation of 'Philosophy in the Bedroom', with pretty much all of the smut taken out. Sorry.
As summer fades with its own inertia, deaf Gods breed and grow.
Dead husks of tracts scream into time the greatest folly of human reason.
When the fallen sing with hollow breaths, and we reap what they sow,
The first begotten of the dead sets our minds ablaze with talk of treason.
Tear down the seven stars and engage the prophets in libertine games,
As they deafen us with a seraphim dirge
That burns our ears and casts our virtue to the flames.
Dolmance prepared our burial chamber and all our souls did purge
As we blissfully scream Golgotha lullabies to blackened mud.
We drown the frail child in blasphemous rhymes
Until our saviour’s tears taste of wine and wormwood,
As we seek absolution, then repeat our crimes.
We waltz until Saint Peter’s gates do slam
And we meet once more as fragrant Krakow Lambs.
"In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice."