Hot Air.

Goldfinch60



I sat in the marquee listening,

Listening to the member of parliament

Standing on the stage,

Drivelling on about nothing of interest.

On and on he went,

Looking around I saw all were bored.

But then it happened

We all became disturbed

As the marquee started to move.

We did not understand it,

But then I looked out

And saw we were being lifted,

Lifted from the ground.

The idiot on the stage

Had vented so much hot air

That the marquee was sailing,

Sailing up into the sky.

No wonder the Houses of Parliament

Was built with such heavy bricks,

To keep it on the ground

With all that hot air

Being vented by those parliamentarians.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2022 02:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: At the Poetry group that I organise the subject this month was "Hot Air", this was one I wrote for it.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 50
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Comments8

  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. lol.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Ha ha - - a ride through the clouds the result of hot air - your words must have raised a few smiles at your poetry group Andy with that chance to expose what a whole lot of nothing a politician can talk - - well done my friend.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Fay, yes the poetry group did laugh.

      Andy

    • Rozina

      Here, there and everywhere these politicians blowing hot air have contributed to climate change! A fun read indeed.

      • Goldfinch60

        So true Rozina, thank you.

        Andy

      • spilleronsheet

        Ohhh
        That’s hilarious
        A good play with words dear Andy

        • Goldfinch60

          So kind spilleronsheet, thank you.

          Andy

        • L. B. Mek

          your write, mirrored the frustration
          in the scribble I posted today;
          just pure 'hot air'
          they spew, endlessly
          to poison our minds
          till we're oppressed
          by the sheer fog, of their
          cunningly: self-defeating
          utter, Insanity!
          (doing the same thing
          time n again
          while expecting a different
          Result
          was Einstein's gauge
          for Idiocy
          bordering on madness...)
          I tend to agree, wholeheartedly!

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Mek, I agrre.

            Andy

          • Paul Bell

            I'm amazed an MP came out of hiding to talk drivel. You gotta love Boris though, hot air incorporated.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Paul, yes he is hot air incorporated.

              Andy

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Well said, Andy

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Jerry.

                Andy

              • Doggerel Dave

                Surreal critique, Andy. Thanks.

                • Goldfinch60

                  My pleasure Dave.

                  Andy



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