Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
As I help with a large delivery
Today I fill in as the offsider
(Dragged from worthwhile work in our lighting store)
With our man “I’m just Terry the driver”.
With scrappy instructions down country lanes
We finally find this massive great field;
Rock concerts the go in the seventies,
Our load makes up scaffolding for the build.
This is no London West End theatre –
From our store we hire stage lighting you know;
We were conned into this by management,
No chance to refuse; we give it a go.
The main cargo, tubes loaded by roadies
Now unloaded by only Tel and me,
And give this up as a bad job after
Four pipes are dragged out individually.
This then we reckon is no way to go.
But now Tel comes up with a workaround:
Two pipes are aligned as a launching ramp;
-The remaining load we roll to the ground.
It just works a treat, I have to tell you;
Each joins the others with a forceful ding.
Cows in the next field show much interest -
Amble right over intrigued by the ring.
They line the fence, clearly “Working Men” fans –
Is here to be our five minutes of fame?
This, although an unrehearsed production
Gains great interest and bovine acclaim.
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yet another episode extracted from my major opus, “The Dodgy Doings of Doggerel Dave” - for your perusal.
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Somehow I'm reminded of the attention i got from some right cows in my history.
Nice story. I have a few stories to tell about those scaffold erected concert stages when a sudden change in weather made them death traps.
Well give them to us dusk. Thanks for the call.
I’ve been trying to locate a piece in your back catalogue, where, if memory serves you suggested a preference for unrhymed verse.
Now can I assure you that I’m not after a protracted exchange (as sometimes has been my wont) but to merely offer the suggestion that as your muse has temporally gone AWOL you might like to consider a move from the dark side (lol) and try some rhymers (you seem to manage limericks with ease).
I have to tell you dear doggerel
i'm not a fan of that rhyming spell
my muse gets all worried
inspiration gets curried
and gives me a twitch epiglotterel
You ain’t giving it a go dusk arising
This I suspected and was unsurprising.
But your muse is out of action -
She won’t give you much reaction
So you’ll be free as a bird I’m surmising.
I'm refusing to be put asunder
by remarks arising down under
for if i should write
the result would be trite
which surely would be quite a blunder
And so there was once a young poet named dusk
Loved nursery rhymes as he nibbled his rusk;
But then he grew out of it
As he matured a bit
And informed me of this without being brusque.
Peace dusk – each to their own…..
LOL To be honest one of the main reasons I avoid rhyme is that i find far too many poems with a serious message are reduced in my eyes to reading akin to the nursery rhymes you mention. Far too 'twee' for purpose you might say. The over riding reason though is that having to find a rhyme places a very big limit upon the vocabulary available. i.e. it strongly detracts from the message if '"all the people on board were so sorry" now what rhymes with sorry, ah yes lorry when all the time i wanted to write bus. Not the best example but OK for 'off the cuff'.
All people on board full of self reproach
Dah de dah de dah …………………. coach
And I promised this wouldn’t become protracted, too.
I have one very good reason for sticking to rhyme rhythm and uniform line lengths (not always totally successfully) – It’s the mental workout substitute for sudoku and crosswords that many oldies go for. And I’ve got something to review after.
While I strive to be light and have a laugh (I’m not one of your misery poets) I can be serious and heavy when I want – and those pieces don’t feel like nursery rhymes to me (though I stand to be corrected).
Take care, dusk.
.. curious critters aint they .. cows, I mean ... and mean cows in particular .. no bull 🙂
They are indeed - I hope they survived the rock concert huddled together on the far side of the field......
Love the rhyme and the pace of this trundle down memory lane - as I take it this is Dave - --- those were the days when under heaps of mud we listened to rock but could not move our feet - - great read dearling friend.......... keep that ink flowing.
You may take it as precisely as it was, Fay – with perhaps the added inferred assumption that those cows were actually enjoying the show….. ‘Tis my belief and I will not be persuaded otherwise.
Never actually did a rock concert - have always been disconcerted by large crowds (has held me in good stead during covid). Preferred a warm pub, a good pint and a folk group.
Thanks for your visit – I feel a warm glow when there is evidence that people have actually read it.
I can imagine the audience. What did they say, I mean moo? Good fun to read this.
Well I do like to think it wasn't 'Boo' Rozina. Glad you enjoyed.
Thoes bovine fans used to watch Joyce and I as we walked the Dales.
Andy
Yes, Andy - I warned them You would be out there and to make sure you didn't stumble...
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