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[Guest_Billydo_*]

On The Inexhaustible Supply Of Pink Ejector Shoes And The Subsequent Declaration of War By The Blue Things

(A comedic poem with occasional rhyme)

To son and me it seems,
supplies of pink shoes are inexhaustible,
as well as being ejectable,
because they, toaster like,
pop-up Pink Things, when cooked and ripe,
('cause even feet of pink can stink),
and remain in-situ where he and me,
can find them and trip.

To him I said, "it's intolerable".
"Our propensity to crumble,
seems to corollate with the frequency
of pedestrial coverings upon which we stumble",
and he replied, to wit,
"what?"
"do you mean shoes?"
and I said, "yes!"

You see, they leave them
here there and everywhere
- could even be on a stair -
and sometimes high-heels flock, as if to mock,
as we are impaled, sans shoe and sock.

A delegation formed of just we two,
to the pink things, said, "hey, you!"
"It makes us swear and cuss,
to fall over your shoes".
They replied, "stop making such a fuss."

Then Blue Things in council did declare,
"This means war", and to ensure resolve
I growled, like this, with angry face.
But decided not to tell 'em, just in case.

So, did we do it? Yes we did;
subsequently errant shoes were hid.
"We are the masters", Pink Things heard us roar
as they went out shopping to buy some more,
and now shoes in their millions,
are scattered upon the floor.

There's a treaty of sorts between the hues,
covering issues concerning shoes:
that we should stop being bold,
and exactly do what we are told.
More of an acquiescence I think,
but (to the reader I sneakily wink)
we have more wheezes
up our sleeveses.

This is only the beginning!




Pre-revisions suggested by Alan ... thanks.

On The Inexhaustible Supply Of Pink Ejector Shoes And The Subsequent Declaration of War By The Blue Things

(A comedic poem with occasional rhyme)

To son and me it seems,
supplies of pink shoes are inexhaustible,
as well as being ejectable,
because they, toaster like,
pop-up Pink Things, when cooked and ripe,
('cause even feet of pink can stink),
and remain in-situ where he and me,
can find them and trip.

To him I said, "it's intolerable".
"Our propensity to crumble,
seems to corollate with the frequency
of pedestrial coverings upon which we stumble",
and he replied, to wit,
"what?"
"do you mean shoes?"
and I said, "yes!"

You see, they leave them
here there and everywhere
- could even be on a stair -
and sometimes high-heels flock, as if to mock,
as we are impaled, sans shoe and sock.

A delegation formed of just we two,
to the pink things, said, "hey, you!"
"It makes us swear and cuss,
to fall over your shoes".
They replied, "stop making such a fuss."

Then Blue Things in council did declare,
"This means war", and to ensure resolve
I growled, like this, with an angry face.
But we decided not to tell 'em, just in case.

So, did we do it? Yes we did,
and subsequently errant shoes were hid.
"We are the masters", Pink Things heard us roar
as they went out shopping to buy some more,
and now shoes in their millions,
are scattered upon the floor.

There's a treaty of sorts between the hues,
covering issues concerning shoes:
that we should stop being bold,
and exactly do what we are told.
More of an acquiescence I think,
but (to the reader I sneakily wink)
we have more wheezes
up our sleeveses.

This is only the beginning!

[Guest__*]

Dear Mike,

Another priceless saga from the pink front !

There is hardly anything to nit, with these minor exceptions :

Then Blue Things in council did declare,
"This means war", and to ensure resolve
I growled, like this, with an angry face. -- del "an"
But we decided not to tell 'em, just in case. -- del "we"

So, did we do it? Yes we did,
and subsequently errant shoes were hid. -- del "and"

My goodness, how bad was that lol ?

Love
Alan

PS I drive my kids home some afternoons, and with them comes a nice lad from Sunderland, whose name is ::::: Blue ! Not nick-name, real one.

PPS And, I'll have to post my handbags poem when I can find it.

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Mike

Another highly entertaining episode from the pink and blue house.  You are generating quite a series here.  Put together they would make a very good poetry book.

My favourite lines have to be:

"We are the masters", Pink Things heard us roar
as they went out shopping to buy some more,
LOL, blue should stop believing that they are masters.  Pink reign supreme.

Thanks for this it was a very amusing read.

Nina

[Guest_Cathy_*]

Sounds like pink and blue fireworks to me!  LOL

After reading Alan's suggestions I have nothing to
add.  I wouldn't change anything else.  I enjoyed
every line!

Cathy

[Guest_Jox_*]

Hi Mike,

I now understand why you're so blue in the face.

Nina made a mistake there - she meant to say (for I feel sure) that pink things really ought to kow-tow more to blue things' ministrations. (The Good Old Days).

Well done, Mike - so negatives, save what have already been mentioned.

Most amusing.

J.

[Guest_Nina_*]

Hi Mike, James

>J >Nina made a mistake there - she meant to say (for I feel sure) that pink things really ought to kow-tow more to blue things' ministrations. (The Good Old Days).
ME - make a mistake.  I don't think so!  There was nothing good about the Old Days when women had no independence and were little more than men's possessions with no rights at all.

Nina

[Guest_Toumai_*]

Mike,

You are back in full blue-thing command with the titles I'll admit - fantastic!

Excellent poem - don't expect to win a battle like that one

Thank you very much (and some more inspiration, too - reminded me of an incident many, many years ago)

sometimes high-heels flock, as if to mock,
as we are impaled, sans shoe and sock

Still chuckling...

Fran

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Thanks Alan

Good suggestions duly incorporated.

I look forward to your handbag poem.

Cheers

Mike

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Thank you Nina. I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. A series eh? I don't know if I can think up that many.

Cheers

Mike

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Hi Cathy

Thanks. I'm glad I made you LOL.

Cheers


Mike

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Hi James

Yep! I know I'm the boss in our house. Liz (the missus) tells me I can say that!

Thanks Mike

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Hi Fran

I know. The title had to be a show stopper. I think I might revert to minimalism with the next one.

Thanks for reading. I'm pleased it made you chuckle.

Thanks

Mike

[Cybele]

Hello Mike,

Another rollicking wander through your pink-governed household. I might have a little sympathy with you and your other blue thing if their actions didn't result in such a funny poem!  

To son and me it seems,
supplies of pink shoes are inexhaustible,
as well as being ejectable,
because they, toaster like,
pop-up Pink Things, when cooked and ripe,
('cause even feet of pink can stink),
and remain in-situ where he and me,
can find them and trip.

(A little revenge for the trainers eh??? )  

To him I said, "it's intolerable".
"Our propensity to crumble,
seems to corollate with the frequency
of pedestrial coverings upon which we stumble",
and he replied, to wit,
"what?"
"do you mean shoes?"
and I said, "yes!"


L3 correlate ?  
All dialogue in parenthesis starts with a capital letter, here some does some doesn't.

You see, they leave them
here there and everywhere
- could even be on a stair -
and sometimes high-heels flock, as if to mock,
as we are impaled, sans shoe and sock.

L5 Great!

A delegation formed of just we two,
to the pink things, said, "hey, you!"
"It makes us swear and cuss,
to fall over your shoes".
They replied, "stop making such a fuss."

Easy to see who is boss in your house Mike.  :pharoah2

Then Blue Things in council did declare,
"This means war", and to ensure resolve
I growled, like this, with angry face.
But decided not to tell 'em, just in case.


Love line three, very clever
L4 Most prudent I'd say!

So, did we do it? Yes we did;
subsequently errant shoes were hid.
"We are the masters", Pink Things heard us roar
as they went out shopping to buy some more,
and now shoes in their millions,
are scattered upon the floor.

Love line 3/4

There's a treaty of sorts between the hues,
covering issues concerning shoes:
that we should stop being bold,
and exactly do what we are told.
More of an acquiescence I think,
but (to the reader I sneakily wink)
we have more wheezes
up our sleeveses.

This is only the beginning!

You mean they have you backed into a corner Mike? I love the timid defiance of the last lines, More power to your elbow ~ for trying. Don't fancy your chances though.  

Keep 'em coming Mike. Great fun.  

[Guest_Billydo_*]

Hi Grace

It is a laugh a minute living with my lot and, it seems, a constant source of new material.

We have just been away for a week and I have six new poems about them and the holiday.

Thanks for reading and commenting. I am pleased you enjoyed it.

Cheers

Mike