Anna Phylactic liked to give shocks
Wore on one ear a brightly striped sock
Her singular hair she dyed a warm pink
Rubber plunger on breasticle [think sink].
She plaited her toes and removed all her nails
Dressed in a kilt and wore a silk veil
And then when she shopped she always used skates
Or herrings, if trimmed to just the right weight.
On Sundays, in order to vex the prim vicar
She turned up to church wearing only a knicker,
On the day of Ascension she mounted the spire
Played a selection of songs on her gold plated lyre.
And then when she died she continued the trend:
She’d arranged that her glass bottomed coffin ascend
Which showed off her bottom, bare but tattooed
Instructing the crowd, ”It tastes better stewed.”
The thought of mad Anna, now sadly departed,
Especially when I’m a little down-hearted
Puts a smile on my face and brightens my day
My troubles just seem to be whittled away.
Those that are different and stray from the norm
Who refuse to be sheep-like and always conform
Are vital to gain the knowledge we thirst
That is if we don’t do away with them first ………
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Stumble It!
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I’m torn DaddyP. One one hand, I’m quite impressed with your poetry writing skills. One the other hand I’ve become quite alarmed with the thoughts that seem to be filling your head lately.
Are you sure that bird was flying by the titanic with a big ole hunk of driftwood that just might have knocked you one upside the head?
Or might there be the teensiest bit of real life creeping into those poems?
Just askin’
There are some nice men at the reception desk. They’re wearing crisp white coats and they have this very official looking letter with your name on it. I’m just wondering if I should show them to your office or tell them you’re not in today? Could you advise?
Disclaimer – All characters are based on real people, either dead or who don’t read my blog [or both of course]. It’s possible there may be a tad of exaggeration but I don’t believe that that is a ‘lockable’ offence.
Re: the ‘nice men’ – shoot ‘em, bag ‘em and dump ‘em ….. and yes, I’ve been watching Dexter ….. tee hee
How can you be sure the dead aren’t reading your blog?
Ooooooo …… *looks round for ghoulies* ……….
Sometimes, I am just stunned into silence….
Oh, if only that applied to Peabrain.
Cup of tea darlink?
I knew I was stunning ……
wow! that was lovely.
going through the rest of your blog!
Don’t waste too much time oh Sorcerer …… most of it is rubbish ………
Speechlessnessessessess.
Have you been drinking? ……. again ……
Still
I wish I had the gumption for a glass coffin and that same tattoo. But the fact that my bottom looks like two bags of suet gives me pause. I will have to show my non-conformity in other ways….
Are there ferrets in the area as well? – tee hee
Love the idea of a glass bottomed coffin…I may opt for a fancy knitted sweater which says ‘this way up’
Showing on the bottom? – this could get confusing ……
exactly!!
Ooooo – did I say something right? …… A FIRST!!!!!!
Maybe?? [but I will deny all knowledge of that when under close questioning]
Mum’s the word ………
I’m busy now, preparing a close questioning to go over 70’s. Should I make it a thick one or a thin one?
Thin ……. to start with ……..
Is she a relation of mine?
A long lost sister? …….. could be I suppose …….