Excremental

Doggerel Dave


Notice of absence from Doggerel Dave
I do return sometimes... occasionally...

Shit stirrer labeled am I; this a slur -

Stirring shit is only possible where

There happens to be shit to stir.

But I do not speak of my derriere,

Which is awarded a wipe, not a stir.

Term ‘shit’ would be favoured by poets here;

A metaphor is loved, and they prefer.

Refers to ideas long dead but ne’er

Properly demolished, made disappear.

And so I undertake to stir and stare

Them back into history’s long gone year.

 

  • Author: Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2025 21:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Megalomaniacal you think? Disordered rhyming; the topic is rare, the precedents few and rhyming and stirring are a little like patting one’s head and rubbing one’s stomach…
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • arqios

    Paddling through the filth we to navigate through to get to the other side is the only stirring most people need to be bothered by.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Though from time to time they (and I don\'t mean just here) they are bothered....

      • arqios

        The stench doth waft with the slightest movement so tread wraith-like and as an apparition 😶‍🌫️

        • Doggerel Dave

          Nah - get the bulldozer out.

        • Poetic Licence

          I am not sure why someone has said shit stirring, as that appears in this write, but myself think we need people to stir the pot, give different opinions and takes on life, take people out of there comfy and sometimes fake environment, say it is as it is, enjoyed the read

          • Doggerel Dave

            Yep - definitely a slur. thanks for the embroidery; very much appreciated, Tobani.

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • Doggerel Dave

              Thanks for the fave, Missy.

              • Cheeky Missy

                My pleasure, Sir, you're very welcome. Your author's note took me back too many years with its phrasing: patting the head and rubbing the stomach simultaneously.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                My favorite! Seriously...I am not sure a poem will top this today! Like, if you don't mind, I am going to save this on my phone and read it from time to time to remind myself of who I am as well! 🤣❤️ And, yes, I will also remind myself you wrote it! LOL!

                • Doggerel Dave

                  I'm honored, Tristan. I think you sometime back meditated briefly on 'truth to power' - yes, I cannot deny, and it has got me into considerable trouble over the years. No regrets, though.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Thank you! Indeed! Me too! Hey! We're in great company, imho! 🤣

                  • Kevin Hulme

                    I think Writers and Poets should hold a Mirror up to the World and say ' This is you' .
                    As for 'Stiring Excrement' as long as you never do it literally, then it's ' Calling Doctor Freud'.

                    • Doggerel Dave

                      Rest assured, I never do it literally.

                      PS: I'm a compulsive handwasher too......

                      • Kevin Hulme

                        I'm also a. Compulsive Hand washer: And COVID made it worse. But - We Soldier on .

                        • Doggerel Dave

                          Yes - Covid did for me too - plus handshake avoidance where possible.

                        • orchidee

                          Sir Orchi NS, he say, Confucius-like: 'If the s**t is hitting the fan, be sure to be facing the other direction'. Doh! heehee.

                          • Doggerel Dave

                            I recall {see - dementia hasn't caught up with me quite yet (hollow LOL)} you having trouble with the fan and shit. I distinctly remember advising you to stand behind the fan. That advice, I feel, is still valid, still stands. Life is a learning experience. Don't, orchi get left behind, etc.

                            • orchidee

                              Why couldn't something else hit the fan instead? I dunno - leaves, feathers etc. Things that are mobile and could be blown by the fan more easily. How's that Winter going there?

                              • Doggerel Dave

                                Bloody cold - half of Antarctica has repositioned itself...

                              • Cheeky Missy

                                Charming. We thanks thee for this gorgeously rendered pretty little number to thy apparent preference complete with excellent imagery and a tantalizing poignancy. Thank you for sharing. I'd have commented sooner but was derailed by contemplating the moniker for "When The Shit Hits The Fan"...

                                • Doggerel Dave

                                  So there are some colloquialisms with which you are unfamiliar in your neck of the woods?

                                  • Cheeky Missy

                                    Dunno.

                                    • Doggerel Dave

                                      Mystification or modesty?

                                      • Cheeky Missy

                                        Can't say. None of the verbiage seemed unfamiliar ergo, make of it [my replies] what you will, dear Sir.

                                        • Doggerel Dave

                                          Alas - Oh misery..... is abandonment your intention? ...(sob).... inconsolable.....

                                          • Cheeky Missy

                                            Abandoning whom, dear Sir? I'll not let go of thee any time in the near future, that I knows of, ergo?

                                            • Doggerel Dave

                                              Thank ye kindly ma'am I'm reassured and gratified beyond all measure.



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