Mutter
How to ponce about with words
to aim one’s arse to shape one’s turds.
Make them pleasing to the eye,
yet still attract the common fly.
Syllable or Syllabub,
is that stanza sweet enough?
That those who pander to its taste
are far too cool to be disgraced...
by calls to gladly recreate
the chunks of words which constipate...
pure thoughts that if allowed to flow
might sluice the sewers deep below...
of bergs that over years have grown
Soliloquies and Hymns full blown...
but no, stop there, withhold your haste
resist not the world of cut and paste,
Shakey, Coleridge, Wordsworth too
squeezed out their own fair share of pooh,
Fear not the sound of those who flush
wear proud your cracking cheeks, don't blush,
we're all the same here in the gutter,
speak well now bard...raise up, don't mutter.
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David RL Moore
Wed 17th Apr 2024 05:48
Thank you Stephen and Landi and those who sent flowers.
Stephen, I think it is very much the point that one mans shite is another mans treasure. All I would add is that polishing another mans turd is not something any of us would do whilst we might just at a push polish our own, not that I think I have...at least not in recent years.
Landi, I think it is good to push through our own doubts and "go to press" regardless. Nothing much ever changed from remaining with the herd or not attempting to be different, that said experimentation at difference has to be more than polishing the turd or painting it a different colour.
David.