Write poetry about Morrissey

[withmyheadonthebar]

Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz
Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz
Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz

It's a haiku.

 

[dunya]

troubleluvsme wrote

"I didn't realize that you wrote poetry.
I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry."

Sorry. Couldn't resist.



But he did say it didn't have to be good!

so


I guess, nay confess
When compared to the best
My scribbles won't win any prize

Though my words may be worst
That you've ever heard
At least I have writ my own lines.

 

[Worm]

There once was a singer from Salford
Who pined and whined and blubbered
Wore NHS specs
Said he’d given up sex
And oh how the philistines thundered!

 

[Chartres]

in a second I'm far away from here
I keep my distance in light years
cause I have shot Morrissey
and I've touched his hair

 

[Amy]

There once was a singer from Salford
Who pined and whined and blubbered
Wore NHS specs
Said he’d given up sex
And oh how the philistines thundered!

hahaha! Excellent!

Although he's not from Salford exactly..

 

[Worm]

hahaha! Excellent!

Although he's not from Salford exactly..

Yeah well that's where my rhyme was born.

 

[Amy]

Yeah well that's where my rhyme was born.

Yeah, I suppose "Davyhulme" doesn't quite have the same ring to it, does it

 

[smiler]

From Hammersmith Bridge (inspired by Morrissey)

From Hammersmith bridge, as the tide rose to my pile of clothes.
I reached up a hand and she thumbed her nose
and the undertow took me away.
So don’t bother feeling sad for her because,
she never really loved me.
She only has eyes for Clive - from the chemists.

And please don't cry for me,
because the coffin is empty.
I faked my own death and ran off to the Seychelles with Julie - from the drycleaners.

Time and tide, if you can't run you must hide.
(So I ran.)
I had to go, this worlds too slow,
I spin on my heels and I’m away.
While it turns in a day.

And they never recovered a body.
I was missing presumed fish food.
Just a folded up coat
In it’s pocket a note which read,
"I’m better off dead,
I’m better off dead."

So please don't cry for me,
because the coffin is empty.
I faked my own death and ran off to the Seychelles with Julie - from the drycleaners.

I don’t want to die lonely
Won’t you sing a hymn for me.
Lower my coffin slow and steady
”Nearer my god to thee.”

Time and tide, if you can't run you must hide.
(So I ran.)
I had to go, this worlds too slow,
I spin on my heels and I’m away.
While it turns in a day.

You see that flashing light in the midnight sky well it’s an owls eye
winking down for me and the sound of the birdsong greeting the day
just like it mattered, is the sound of my hopes being shattered.

So please don't cry for me,
because the coffin is empty.
I faked my own death and ran off to the Seychelles with Julie - from the drycleaners.

 

[Busy Clippers]

Anybody, quick! What rhymes with manboobs and where is The Cat's Mother when you need her?

 

[dom]

Anybody, quick! What rhymes with manboobs and where is The Cat's Mother when you need her?

Cheap lubes ...

 

[vicarinatutugal]

Anybody, quick! What rhymes with manboobs and where is The Cat's Mother when you need her?

ooo ooo! sex lube! and she is doing something with gerbils last I heard.

 

[dunya]

withmyheadonthebar

"Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz
Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz
Moz Moz Moz Moz Moz

It's a haiku."




Busy clippers

"Anybody, quick! What rhymes with manboobs and where is The Cat's Mother when you need her?"

you-tube?
pubes?
refuse?

 

[The Cat's Mother]

Anybody, quick! What rhymes with manboobs....

bran cubes?
gran-pubes?

....and where is The Cat's Mother when you need her?

I'm reading about tomatoes and I've just had to remove a gerbil called Boring from the jaws of Spidercat.

 

[Trouble loves me]

I guess, nay confess
When compared to the best
My scribbles won't win any prize

Though my words may be worst
That you've ever heard
At least I have writ my own lines.

I like that one

Here's my more sobering effort:

Ti amo - two words for the heart of the poet
A tongue more beautiful than my own;
Sentiment for one seeming much more than human,
To say that, with you, I am never alone.

Pied Piper, will you draw me down to the river?
If you are the siren I do not wish to be spared.
Immersed in the genius of this mythical being,
Veritably versed in the anguished absurd.

Is it really so strange I understand every nuance?
Why you vanquished the body, then bade lust return?
Each move you make bears the mark of sincerity,
For which you become either worshipped or spurned.

Yet, your words formed foundation on which I could flower,
It's your image reflected back in the water.
Charon to those souls awaiting their journey
And you have saved me, my poet, my soulmate, my singer.

 

[dunya]

I like that one

Here's my more sobering effort:

Ti amo - two words for the heart of the poet
A tongue more beautiful than my own;
Sentiment for one seeming much more than human,
To say that, with you, I am never alone.

Pied Piper, will you draw me down to the river?
If you are the siren I do not wish to be spared.
Immersed in the genius of this mythical being,
Veritably versed in the anguished absurd.

Is it really so strange I understand every nuance?
Why you vanquished the body, then bade lust return?
Each move you make bears the mark of sincerity,
For which you become either worshipped or spurned.

Yet, your words formed foundation on which I could flower,
It's your image reflected back in the water.
Charon to those souls awaiting their journey
And you have saved me, my poet, my soulmate, my singer.

lovely