After a son’s magical wizardry,
fixing his mother’s gadgetry,
they walk in the sun resplendently,
in order to drink ravenously,
at West Bridgford, after two or three,
their eyes attend, as they do see,
a rather attractive eatery,
The Giggling Squid, just off the green.
They start off, with a bottle of wine,
from a kind Chilean man, off his vine,
they crack their jokes, of what crime,
has made this squid giggle, I don’t know why,
then their eyes scan the menu, about time,
surely after such libation, it’s time to dine,
their decisions are locked in, they’re in line,
but the ginger boy’s worried, he may not be fine.
For upon the card, he saw signs of peppers,
meaning for him, he’ll eat edible weapons,
the mother’s fine, she observes the trekkers,
as she cheekily laughs, at her son’s errors,
my boy, you are as bright, as a man of letters,
but the spice you’ll eat, you’ll be among the lepers,
then the starters arrive, relieving the pressures,
the boy’s fingers crossed, for more pleasures.
The mains are then brought, to lady and kid,
she tucks in, and to her; all is splendid,
the boy takes his bite, the hake hit’s the grid,
but, alas, what he’s been waiting for, break’s his lid,
the fire inside him, becomes truly wicked,
water and sharing occurs, in order to rid,
a biological statement saying, heaven forbid,
this place, should be renamed: The Tingling Squid!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: May 31st, 2022 10:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Again, I’ve been busy with moving house stuff and gigs, so I haven’t been able to post, but, to escape even more global depression, by not writing preachy, parody or satirical pieces, here is a funny docu-poem written on “Eurovision Day”, about the struggles a ginger kid has, with hot and spicy food. You’ve guessed it, the ginger kid is me. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I implore you to eat sensibly, (as for me, it did hurt), and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Love it!
Thank you for the read a thousand wishes, I hope that all is well!
Some can take the burn, some wish it would to go away, but the Tingling Squid is here to stay.
Thanks for the read Paul Bell, and yeah, although I am not fond of the fire, as you have rightfully said, the Tingling Squid's tentacles will continue with their sting, though I will be across the street having a safer option, like fish and chips 🙂
I hope that all is well!
Wonderful fun write Ben, I hope it did not not burn too much and that the loo did not catch fire. LOL
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and it did have it's revenge, but over a day or two, all was well again, so the bio-chemical fire extinguisher that is my body, did it's job bless it!
I hope that all is well!
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