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Cottage Sleaze

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(A form poem called an anacreontic)

 

Here I sit broken hearted

Paid a penny; only farted;

Want some cock fun with my wife? 227845;

While you were all reading this

You’ve splashed your turn-ups with your piss;

Thatcher OUT;

COAL NOT DOLE;

Put your nob inside this hole;

Leave your number if you’re black;

NIGGER’S OUT;

-        But he’ll be back;

Make a date here if you’re gay;

2 o’clock next Saturday;

£10 and you dirty git’s can spunk up on my sister’s tit’s;

I’m with Enoch;

He’s for me;

BARNSLEY SHITE;

LUFC;

High School Record – Highest Waz;

Liing fuker;

Kaz4Daz;

FUCK OFF;

Forest rule OK:

POLES OUT send them back today;

Want to see me in my frok? you can if you suk my cock;

SKINS 4 EVER;

KILL ALL BLAKS;

Say No to the bedroom tax.

Con O’Malley of Lisheen has fucked the pope and fucked your queen;

Look to Christ.  The end is near;

Mal’s a monger;

Baz woz ere.

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John Coopey

Fri 27th Sep 2013 08:32

Anacreontics are bouncy, joyous lines of 7 trochaic syllables. This is not a "perfect" specimen as I had to accommodate some oft-penned graffiti.

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Starfish

Thu 26th Sep 2013 21:58

If this is reverting to type then I also find this beautifully and effectively written on an 'interesting' subject. Informative for us ladies too.
Starfish

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Steve Higgins

Wed 25th Sep 2013 22:41

Interesting work, complete with photograph to complete the mental imagery!
Many, many years ago when I was a bus driver, no bus company toilet was complete without the logo
'here I sit broken hearted -missed a trip and only farted' which referred to how a driver could request his bus journey to be covered by another driver if he needed to use the toilet!
-Steve

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 24th Sep 2013 17:33

JC - this brings to mind the time - very late -
when I was on a "protection detail" and while
waiting for the return of my client from an
assignation with his lady friend, I found a
local urinal to relieve an insistent call of
nature on the "hurry up" in a north London public urinal. I was somewhat surprised to
find it as full of blokes as a strip club - but without the women. Exit...without checking
the graffiti!

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Simon Marks

Tue 24th Sep 2013 17:28

Gawd, took me back to a few less than pleasant places of my own youth, this one. In a nice way, though!

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John Coopey

Tue 24th Sep 2013 13:49

I'm rather flattered that my poem is thought so sensual. Cottages hold a special place in my heart. I was fondled when I was about 12 by a bloke in Hucknall Market toilets while he spunked up in the next urinal. It was rather thrilling.

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Laura Taylor

Tue 24th Sep 2013 10:27

I can't listen to the audio right now, but yep, agree that to keep it authentic, the offensive slogans need to be kept in there. And this really IS realistic - as Greg says, you can smell this one!

Philipos

Tue 24th Sep 2013 10:03

Apparently John Donne wrote loo poetry, so you are really up there with the top men (bottomly speaking of course). As Greg points out, this poem has an ammonia whiff to it. I take it you wrote it during your recent break in Sussex. Nothing bog standard about this etc, etc. But starkly enjoyable anyway.

Thank you for the kind comments on 'Pebble on Bournemouth Beach'.

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John Coopey

Tue 24th Sep 2013 00:28

Yes, I did wonder about the racist slogans. But authenticity got the better of me.
(The one about "Nigger's Out" I pinched from Lynne Truss's "Eats, Shoots and Leaves". She tells the story - it's all about misuse of the apostrophe - of a black garage owner in the States who had "Nigger's Out" scrawled on his workshop door. When he saw it he wrote underneath it something to the effect of, "but he'll be back after lunch". Very disarming!)

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Greg Freeman

Mon 23rd Sep 2013 23:53

Could have done without the racist slogans, John, but then I suppose you'd argue it wouldn't be authentic. You need every dodgy apostrophe, too. There aren't many poems that you can smell, but this one you can.

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Ian Whiteley

Mon 23rd Sep 2013 22:53

well you've certainly surpissed yourself this time mr. coopey - another good 'un in your own inimitable style :-)
Ian

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