Poetry Corner
March 17th, 2008
Time for a communal poem. It’s dead easy. I will provide the start of this epic poem detailing epic events, and you write another verse for it to continue the story. It’s like Jackanory, but with rhyming and on a website.
Pie
Jurgen van Hoolen had pie on his head
He didn’t know why and it made him quite red
He woke up one morning and it was just there
Sticky and crusty and fixed to his hair
From that day to this he travelled the land
He rubbed it with solvent, he rubbed it with sand
Try as he might to shake off the pie
The pie would not budge and he let out a sigh
He went to a doctor, a witch and a priest
Who promised him cure with faith or with yeast
But no-one could fix it, not one of the men
Poor Jurgen gave up. But suddenly, then…
Entry Filed under: Bedtime stories,Chris,Think about it
6 Comments
1. Kevil | March 18th, 2008 at 08:56
As home he was strolling, a bird did appear
He notice poor Jurgan and sat on his ear
To get rid of this pie, He said with some malice
You must go and find pretty Alice…
2. Chris | March 19th, 2008 at 03:17
Poor Jurgen went north to Berwick-on-Tweed
Where Alice he found upon a white steed
She was tall and blonde, in gingham and lace
With rich teas and hob nobs all over her face.
3. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | March 19th, 2008 at 08:17
She was ridiculed to dare to wear biscuits so plainly
On her face, on her legs, on horse’s soft mainly
There were posters about her sexual encounters
With small spiders with paws near promiscuous fountains
4. Chris | March 19th, 2008 at 14:59
Jurgen went over and read all the posters
He thought her past boyfriends must all have been boasters
It was clear that Alice had been round the block
And wondered if he could get inside her frock
5. Kevil | March 20th, 2008 at 09:39
Alice saw him almost at once
She hardly noticed the pie on his bonce,
Her chest became all of a flutter
And she wondered if his pastry was “all butter”
6. Chris | March 20th, 2008 at 22:40
It may or may not have been love at first sight
But one thing was sure, they quickly took flight
On Alice’s horse to the nearest motel
For a heavenly bunk-up and pizza as well.