Boo hoo!
Aww, why do I rarely get the meaning of cryptic stuff on 'ere?
Well, I only got 3 brain cells, so that don't help much!
But then I put my big foot in it
Interpreting summat incorrectly
Though in some in some cases
Poems can mean what we each want them to mean
I'm a confused laddie, I can tell ya
What with meters, metaphors, similies
What are they?
And conundrums such as:
Why is 'abbreviation' such a long word?!
And those acky things - acronyms, I mean
And those iambic pentameters
Are they architectural? Hmm.
There's iambic columns of stone, I think
And is a Haiku some sort of particular sneeze
As in 'Hai-choo?!'
And with a Tanka
Is it a way of saying 'Thank you?!'
Boo hoo! Oh woe!
But don't worry, says one who knows 99% of everything
The talking, barking one
I'll teach ya, Fido says
But I may baffle you too:
Is it 'Alleluia' or 'Hallelujah' or 'Halleluia' or what is it?
They're all the same really! lol.
Now you'll baffle me again with your long words
I thought that hippo..... word was summat to do with hippos - but no!
Wot is it again?
And wot does it mean?!
Now I've caused ya to waste
Oh I dunno, an average of 27 seconds
Reading this waffle! lol.
I've lost count
But it's Poem No. 373635493 or approximately
In me 'More Nuttiness' series!
Will ya stop that rambling? Fido asks me
And take ME on a ramble now!
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A nutty interlude again! lol.
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Finally, some sympathyš šš„³
The some of the folks on 'ere do baffle the 2 brain cells I have (at least you have 3š¤£)
Great write
Thank you A. Oh lol, a fellow companion of 'People with not many brain cells!'
Know what you mean. Sometimes I have to look at the 'Poem Analysis' to see what it's about. Dylan Thomas. Sylvia Plath etc.
Good one.
Thank you K. I suppose it's worse if the poet him/herself dunno what the poem's about! If so, we've no chance of understanding it. lol.
Orchiā¦ my friend, this is a cry from the depthsā¦a soul wrestling with the vast, impenetrable machinery of poetic language itself. The confusion is realā¦meters, forms, meanings slipping through the fingers like smoke. Youāve captured that honest bewildermentā¦that moment where language feels bigger than the one trying to hold it. Trulyā¦this is the human condition laid bareā¦
ā¦and then Fido shows up like a tenured professor barking footnotes while the entire academy collapses into GLUGSā¦endless, echoing GLUGS spilling down the corridors of iambic columns as Obi ignites his saber with calm precision and Olā TomĆ”sābless himājust stands there slapping a hand-knitted tube sock like itās supposed to do somethingā¦ āIs it a pull cord?!ā he cries as the beam refuses to unsheath, GLUG GLUG GLUG, the scholars retreating, the haikus sneezing themselves into existence, āHai-choo?!ā ringing across the chamber while Fido howls citations into the voidā¦ absolute chaos, my friend. š¤£ š§ š„šŖš
Thank you T. lol. Yes, absolute chaos here.
Now Orchi you made me laugh and that is worth a Fave and then you impressed me with your hidden knowledge and that is worh another fave but they will only let me give you one. That is unfair. So I will wish you a good day my friend
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