Wednesday, August 08, 2007


Oh yea lima bean pickers, I think it's time 49£ got into some amateur poetry so I challenge ye to a verse off. I'll start, don't worry I'll set the bar low:

the way forward for me,
that's why I'm glad I found,
For Nine Pound(s).

p.s. Conformist #2 did a very interesting post just below me, don't go away without checking it out.
(looks its inner blog advertising, I'll be forwarding invoice in due course C#2)


  1. There was a young blogger called Milan,
    Who said "write a poem if you can",
    So I started a verse,
    and then I did curse,
    "my poem is so bad it'll pan".

    Ta daa!

  2. Inside my head the weather has its way,
    Sometimes storm clouds roll unbidden through the day,
    Sometimes bright unbroken sunshine,
    Sometimes I am felled by a single bolt of lightning.

  3. There once was a girl in Knocklyon
    Whose blogging was not very fine
    She sat down at home
    To try write a poem
    Bout anything that simply might rhyme.

    I wanted to write a rant-poem about how much I hate word verification but what rhymes with that! LOL

  4. for nine pounds
    would buy you some fags
    for nine pounds
    would get 60 plastic bags
    for nine pounds
    we are not all nags
    but this poem
    really really drags

  5. Word Verification
    I view with Trepidation

    Never sure whether Sqwtrfg
    Or PzxTrgf are what Google require

    I worry,
    I squint,
    I type with care

    At least we are protected
    Hacker Robots haven't a prayer...

    With apologies for the crapness

    C No. 2

  6. I have to agree about Word Verification.
    It causes me nothing but untold frustration.
    I vote turn it off, without hestitation.

    I'd love to do better, but I'm wasting my time:
    If my language was Italian I'd have more multi-syllabic rhyme.

    Not to mention big brown eyes and a Figure...

  7. There lived a certain man in russia long ago
    He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
    Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
    But to moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
    He could preach the Bible like a preacher
    Full of ecstacy and fire
    But he also was the kind of teacher
    Women would desire

    Ra ra rasputin
    Lover of the russian queen
    There was a cat that really was gone
    Ra ra rasputin
    Russias greatest love machine
    It was a shame how he carried on

    (ok, how many of you started singing along?)

  8. Your many efforts have me melting with happy pride

    Who the winner is, I cannot decide

    What with satire, limericks and alliteration,

    rhyme, repetition & contemplation

    metaphor and language,

    pacing & word challenge,

    The use of so many poetic devices

    despite us all being such novices

    Makes me feel like boasting

    about this successful posting

    But I'm most happy that this artform

    Can still, in this age, perform