hitting the ground
on Cooper's Hill
a nine pound round
of Double Gloucester
rolling around and
bouncing down.
and here come
the chasing crowd
flailing arms
stumbling, tumbling
somersaulting
some falling under
the stampeding herd.
it's hurtling down now
seventy miles an hour
flying past perilously
close to spectators
as ambulances race
to fetch the fallers
and unlucky folk
hit by an out of control
cheese roll
that is caught
and taken away.
Just been doing some research into stuff we humans have sent into space. The Dragon space capsule took a whole wheel of Gruyere in 2010. They did it for a laugh apparently.
Morning Paul. I fear your poem may represent a soon to be forgotten ritual due to the increasing price of cheese. Don't forget the health and safety rules ( I believe conkers has been banned already). All that aside you have given us a hilarious account and there is that Tom Sharpe humour at play. Much more entertaining than the self flagellations of southern Spain.
Ray
I thank you.
Paul, Despite living in Spain, your poem transported me back to England. Knowing our happy breed I would not be surprised if the cheese was not taken away by an ambulance instead of those wounded in the gathered throng. A great poem of patriotic humour. Thanks. Keith
Thanks chaps, good morning to you all.
Martin, I would also be one of those that would go 'a over t' and break something. I'm loving being back among the crazy Brits!
Col, thanks for the compliment and the critique. I will give thought to v3, to see if I can inject something of the flavour that you describe. I'm a bit cream-crackered at the mo ?
David, on several occasions the winner of the race has literally disappeared with the 9lb cheese! I wanted the ending to appear like the cheese was a criminal who is eventually caught and taken away. I really laughed at the police scenario, btw. And, yes, we Brits, eh? I love our unique sense of humour.
Thanks to you all once again.
Paul
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Mon 10th Apr 2017 08:57
love the rhymes in the first two verses - the 'ou(nd)s and the 'ings - gives a great feeling of motion - but I can't find the same in the third which is a bit of a shame. Can't help but think it needs some more 'ous's or 'ers maybe. Bit of critique for Monday morning Paul.
I'm not sure the pain is worth the gain - as in the taking part in the cheese rolling event not the reading of your poem which was worth the effort.
Col
I fear that I would be one of those casualties at the bottom of the hill bereft of cheese and a broken limb. We Brits are delightfully crazy at times.
Nice one Paul
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Paul Waring
Mon 10th Apr 2017 16:07
Thanks Keith, Ray and Hazel.
Keith, considering David's earlier comment, I think there must be concerns about the operations of our police and ambulance service ? (of course, we are only joking). Lovely comment, much appreciated.
Ray, aythangyow, a generous compliment indeed.
Hazel, of course, a cheese with holes, perfect for space ?
Once again, thanks so much to you all.