Now this might be 'Garbage Poem No. 73836593'
Or summat like that - I've lost count!
Fido interviews me:
'Does it take long to write these sorts of poems?
'Nope, no time at all hardly
Just a continuous flow of rubbish!'
'Does it take much brain-power and through
To write 'em?'
'Nope, hardly any at all
But I only have 3 brain cells anyway!'
'And you still being 'orrible to KP?'
'Yep, gotta be consistent
Keep her down a peg - or three - or ten!'
'Does anyone actually read your nonsense?'
'Yep, though each time they waste
About 23 seconds per poem
Time that can never be recovered
Reading utter garbage!'
'You write them on purpose, don't you
Just to waste people's time?'
'Yep, of course!'
End of interview with my talking dog.
LOL.
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A nutty interlude still.
- Category: Humor
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Good one Orchi Let Fido know that it is all the rage now days to recycle and what was one man's trash is now another's treasure. Different strokes for different folks or is that blokes
Thank you SB. lol.
You are most welcome
Good write, O🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you A.
As I scanned the running sheet of todays poems, I happened upon '3:36 - Garbage!, by orchidee' . Now I had a decision to make: was it a hymn? I don't mind your hymns, orchi, but too many upset me: here's orchi toddling off to Heaven when his time comes, and here's me, an unbeliever, could go anywhere or nowhere... thought perhaps I aught to leave it alone, just in case.....Do hope you understand.....
Thank you D. You counting your blessings? if I write hymns I will only so-called sing/screech them - about 50 times each! lol.
Forewarned is forearmed - Ear plugs (heat resistant) are on order, but apparently there are supply chain difficulties at the moment, the delivery definitely in doubt, as the freighter with said plugs on board is stuck in the Persian Gulf, the wrong side of the Strait of Hormuz.
Orchi, this is deliberate chaos dressed as incompetence. The talking dog interrogation, the timed nonsense, the gleeful admission of wasting lives in 23-second increments…all of it builds toward that last absurd command. So fine. The tavern doors burst open. Enter Popeyeus Maxiums Solus, robes soaked in green brine, declaring the sacred rite of Literary Gluggery. Tankards rise. Foam spills. The talking dog howls. And somewhere in the rafters, 73836594 is already being drafted. Glug. Glug. GLUGGGGG. 🍺⚓🐶
Or...in other words...great, daft write, my friend. 🤣
Thank you T. lol. You 'favouriting' this rubbish? lol.
I could have made it dafter with the inclusion of glugging. What is glugging exactly? Don't answer that! lol.
And P says - he never wastes any of his 23 seconds, as he is ......... don't finish that! lol
The only kind of rubbish I'll ever favourite is yours, Orchi! It's next-level! 🤣
I never knew it was humorous - so I say. But gotta laugh at me own humorous poems - cos maybe no one else will. But you will - as it distracts you from that glugger! lol. That's gotta be a good thing!
See...you've got it. Hard to hear a glug while laughing! True story! But how many will pay attention to this comment and heed it's deep life hack?
We best laugh all the time then!
I glug you not - I mean 'I kid you not' - can a human understand the depths of glugs? Doh! I mean 'the depths of wisdom'?! lol.
Not even sure, at this point, God can! LOL! Is that a heresy to say? Not sure...but it is a glugesy! LOL!
We'll tell Popeye to stop his gluggery, erm, tomfoolery! lol.
Ol’ Tom just side-eyed on that last one! 😂
What foolery is Tom up to? We can't answer that! lol.
LOL! Is Tomfoolery better than Jackfoolery or Tristanfoolery? The latter is a mouthful! Don't respond to that! 🤣
Erm - this is me not responding! lol.
Great job. Your poem humorously explores the seemingly pointless endeavor of writing poetry, highlighting the absurdity and self-deprecation of the poet's process. It illustrates a playful interaction between the poet and a talking dog, Fido, who questions the purpose and value of the poems being written.
Thank you F. I thought garbage like this defies analysis! lol. Btu my talking dog is real - so I say! heehee.
Great stuff.
Thank you T.
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