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Road Splatter

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I walked along the street I did

With all its noise and clatter

I'm having trouble coping

Is it me that is the matter?

 

Crossing road just where I should

Car horn blasts, I shatter

Frightening the life out me

Making me go scatter

 

I turned and gave a drilling glare

You dirty little ratter

You want to see me on the ground

Bitumen road-splatter?

 

I saw his lips just faintly move

A swear I saw him natter

What's become of drivers now

Have they no grey matter?

 

Don Matthews

24 Oct 2017

 

 

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Don Matthews

Mon 4th Jun 2018 13:44

Brian - this was just a playaround with -atter words. I was pleased with the result.

This poem was a playaround
With verse that ends with -atter
My nice friend on the farside
Says I could patter-batter (?)

(think its time I went to bed, my poetry's deteriorating)

DM ?

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Mon 4th Jun 2018 11:40

Don I like this...it's amusing and it's tight.

If you want to add more verses you've got batter, fatter, hatter and latter to name but a few.

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