Just because I am about to ruin everything by injecting a healthy dose of sleaze into the Beans doesn’t mean that I still cannot occasionally touch upon things of a more mature calibre. Last year I was out on a wander and I came across such a beautiful image that, as well as engraining it deep within my soul, I took a picture to capture the elegance.
It is so wonderful that I am hoping to submit it in the CEWE Photo Award 2019. Why should I keep it all to myself when this kind of gift should be shared with the world?
So, musing on all of this, I concocted a poem to express how I feel. It will never come close to truly expressing the warmth and pulchritude of it all but I hope to appeases all of you (i.e. Chris) for now:
Soggy hoop, fragile loop,
Can you feel the rain?
Moistened crisp, kissed with this,
Are you still the same?
Hold you near, disappear,
Never to exist.
Gone are you, gone anew,
Seasoned in the mist.
22 comments on “Soggy Hula Hoop – A Poem”
You say this picture you took is going to be entered for an award and it should be shared with the world. So where is it? I mean, this poem’s nice, but where’s the picture? I think there is no picture.
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I, sir, am suitably humbled, sir, and I take back, sir, my scurrilous and unfounded accusation. Please tell me, sir, at your earliest convenience, in what way, sir, I can repay you for the damage, sir, this has undoubtedly done to your good name. Sir.
This is not the first time someone has attempted to besmirch my good name. That said, however, you were not to know and I have misled people in the past. No compensation is required, young man.
Thank you. Well aware, as I am, that it’s the thought that counts, I have now thought about donating £5 to your favourite charity.
Could you please donate the money to the ‘Kevindo Menendez Fund for Underprivileged Little Beans’, details in the link below:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Chris-Tarrants-Extreme-Railways-DVD/dp/B00IN8OKK2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1549457552&sr=8-1&keywords=chris+tarrant+railway+journeys
I’d love to, but unfortunately I was only going to think about it. No money will be donated.
That said, the link you posted is very persuasive. I might be having second thoughts.
Save your money for your fourth or fifth thoughts. If you splurged every time you had second thoughts you’d be as poor as me. I wonder if anything has ever acted on their third thoughts?
(Hi) Third thoughts are generally just the first thoughts slightly re-hashed after the second thoughts. Fourth and fifth thoughts are where its at. That where the gold is.
Has anyone ever reached the dizzy, fabled heights of sixth thoughts? Is it even possible?
I’ve never managed it. There were rumours that some kid in our year did it. I heard that Gemma Melgoose’s brother’s girlfriend’s dad’s doctor once did it.
Sixth thoughts, in my experience, are just creeping self doubt. Best to stop at fifth.
Wait. So, I didn’t know if sixth thoughts were even possible, Ian has only ever heard rumours of it… but Kev has just casually swung by to let us know he’s had enough of them to speak as the voice of experience on the matter?
How many thoughts did he have to go through before he decided that sixth thoughts were too much for the average person?
I once got up to eighth thoughts, but only after a LOT of gin. You do NOT want to know about seventh thoughts.
I once had a thought and then it went away. It could have been to do with nailing a squirrel to a piece of wood and calling it an invention…
Kevin Hill, Science Master, might well have had more thoughts than anyone else in human history. Kev, how do they fit into your head? Have you had your brain extended like your house?
They don’t. Every new thought pushes out an old one. Its why I never remember to complete anything.
That’s a Simpson joke. You, sir, are a sham, sir.
Wallis Simpson? The American divorcee who caused King Edward VIII to abdicate the throne?
No no, Janice Simpson of Janice Simpson and her husband Bob who are co-owners of the Texas Rangers.
Ohh. I’m not very familiar with their stand up material. I preferred their earlier lounge singing work.