What's in the Bag?

AuburnScribbler

I see you, looking under there,

at my weathered, leather ware,

whilst playing footsie, little thief,

such a turn off, wedded cheat,

 

your dishonesty, flattens bulge,

but something else, you can indulge,

in my little guessing game,

the rules, no touching, little Dame,

 

What’s in the bag?

What’s in the bag?

Please no touching, little slag,

for that is mine, no price tag,

have a guess, what’s in the bag?

 

Perhaps, by smell, a roasted chicken,

or by sound, something ticking?

Will it feed, or take a life?

Is it heavy, is it light?

 

Maybe, a scrapbook, memory,

or classified notes of ministry,

is it the root, or shattered leaf?

Would the contents, kill belief?

 

What’s in the bag?

What’s in the bag?

Please no touching, little slag,

for that is mine, no price tag,

have a guess, what’s in the bag?

 

Something sharp, something shiny?

A blood diamond, that’s so slimy!

Like the one, that’s on your ring,

in mind and soul, you’re so thin,

 

But anyway, let’s get back,

A copy of Viz, with six pack?

and pack of Kleenex, for single man,

crying at his one hand plan,

 

What’s in the bag?

What’s in the bag?

Please no touching, little slag,

for that is mine, no price tag,

have a guess, what’s in the bag?

 

Perchance a heart, for the world,

Or red button, to be so bold?

Encased in sack, could be the reaper,

Or the needed groundskeeper,

 

Or simply just, the tat that’s mine,

for in beholder, things divine,

as you gawp, you begin to learn,

there is no game, it’s not your turn,

 

So, do not ask, what’s in the bag?

You poster child, little slag,

for what is mine, for you, no tag,

you will never know, what’s in my bag!  

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2024 10:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: To keep hold of what is yours, and to oust busy hands, that are too entitled, is the theme of this poem. The scene: a guy in a pub, with his satchel, having a well earned quiet drink after work, but his solitude is broken, with the presence of a "gold digger" type, dressed up to the nines, wanting to partake in some "sport!" However, our man with the bag, doesn't succumb to her womanly wiles, and takes her for a mental ride, by ways of a "guessing game", but towards the end of such a chance meeting, she realises, that a lesson she has to learn, instead of simply correctly answering the proverbial question "What's in the Bag?" I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that your bag is well protected, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 14
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  • peto

    Superb writing scribbler
    The rhyme is amazing and the chorus gives it a song like quality
    The notes put the reader in the pub with you
    Thoroughly enjoyed reading

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem peto, it's very much appreciated.

      Thought I'd break it up from my "current affair/observational scribblings", and the fact that you enjoyed it as much as you did, makes it so, so, sweet, so, thank you very much for such lovely praise.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Bella Shepard

      This is so much fun, and the chorus superb. The consumate guessing game, played by a pro. So well done my friend!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Bella, and for such a heartwarming comment, it's very much appreciated, I'm glad that you enjoyed singing along.

        I hope that all is well.



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