Walking down the forest lane
In between the trees,
I turned around the corner,
And got covered all in fleas.
They stung and bit and scratched me
‘Til I could stand no more;
So ran into the river;
And found a sunken door!
The passage that I found there
Led me round and round and round,
‘Til I saw my bum in front of me,
Dragging on the ground.
The trail it made I followed
‘Til another door stood there,
It opened of its own accord,
And before me stood a bear
The bear was red and green and blue,
And tall as any tree,
And pulled my bum into it’s lair,
Followed soon by me!
It took me to his bedroom,
And threw me on the bed!
Then placed its arms around me;
And scratched me on the head.
When at last asleep it fell.
The plug hole I went down;
And came out in a squirrels dray,
Which cost me half a crown!
Down the tree I climbed and fell,
Until I hit the ground;
And there I stood dazed and amazed,
With fairies all around!
They said that they should thank me
From their elbows to their knees,
For saving each and all of them,
When blessing every sneeze!
A goblin chased me out from them
And sent me on my way;
Straight into a water fall,
Where I was splashed with spray.
The water washed me down and down
And set me on a beach;
Where a sealion gave me comfort,
That was still just out of reach!
I stretched and stretched until at last
I found a hook to grip,
And found myself upon the sea;
Aboard a sinking ship!
The ship went down and hit the floor
Of this gigantic sea;
And there before me was another door,
And through it I could see.
I saw the wood from whence I came
And hurried straight on through;
And ended up with you lot,
A strange and motley crew!
I tried to stop this poem
Far earlier in its flight;
But it just kept on going,
This awful load of excrement.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun for a Friday. Enjoy you motley crew.
- Category: Humor
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Oh lol, fine write Gold. I shall have to nip round there and add some water to ya whisky, after all that! heehee.
You keep away from my whisky!!!!
lol goldfinch ! love this ... such a light hearted and fun read ! ha ha . thanks for sharing . tho i would say maybe edit the ending lol not being rude or anything but my opinion is it would be better without the word excrement anyhow but great piece of writing
i find the title a little off- putting and that word excrement , its a constructive criticsm .. by far overall this is a great piece of writing which i loved , but that word is unpleasant , and would be better without it
The word excrement was used deliberately to cause more humour, there is a word that will rhyme but it is more amusing not to rhyme.
to be honest with you goldfinch , i didn't find it funny , in fact i think you kind of ruined the ending with that word.. maybe i have a different sense of humour to others ...
I like the term 'Bovine excretia' but what the heck. Whatever, a great fun read for a Friday (or any day come to that) .
Thanks Michael, much appreciated.
I guess you could have said 'shit', but that wouldn't have changed much. While you certainly have artistic freedom, and while I do love your poem, I can see the point Charlotte made. Otherwise incredibly funny and great writing!
no offense intended ,
Charlotte, I think you were right, at least partially. I do like it if readers take the time to point out things they like or do not like about any poem. If it is done in a nice way, like you did, there is no problem. I am not Goldfinch, so it is up to him to answer your comment. But I am glad you spoke your mind!
None taken, I am a firm believer in the fact that we are all different and that if we were all the same it would be a very boring life. Thanks for your comments, keep them coming.
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If we didn't like this poem, or even liking it, I suppose we could say it's a s***ty write! But you is too refined for that word! Wash your mouth out, Orchi!
I'd like some of what you've been drinking, Goldie. Clever write!
Thank you Louis.
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