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Banksy's Joke

I want to go to Dismaland! I'll thcweem until I'm thick! I have blisters on my fingers From the endless futile click There'll be secretaries on it Pulling non-existent strings There'll be rumours of a con On social media and things I want to go to Dismaland And see the horrid stuff! How come I can't buy tickets And my money's not enough? In the shadows Banksy chuckles He's got the Art World in his hand He has turned pretention on itself As planned by Gail

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Kl Williams

Date: 9/10/2015 3:04:00 PM

I very much enjoy your writing style, and I want to go to Dismaland too! :)

Gail Foster
Date: 9/10/2015 4:47:00 PM

Thank you for this comment, K L Williams. Tickets for Dismaland are like gold dust. I almost managed to get one recently. I am resigned to never going. Enjoyed writing the poem, though!

Bill Lindsay

Date: 8/21/2015 12:48:00 PM

Bang on trend ... and bang on form, made me smile. ;)

Gail Foster
Date: 8/21/2015 1:19:00 PM

Thank you, Bill, I appreciate your comment! You may or may not know about the lisping ringleted footstamping character of Violet Elizabeth Bott from the Just William stories who "thcweemed and thcweemed" until she was sick...A good day for a Banksy poem indeed. All the best to you x

Jan Allison

Date: 8/21/2015 9:30:00 AM

Very clever poem I agree Banksy is great wish he would come and paint on one of my walls!:-) hugs Jan xx

Gail Foster
Date: 8/21/2015 10:26:00 AM

Thank you, Jan. It's a very funny situation. The tickets are only £3 but are impossible to get! People all over the country are tearing their hair out. Six hours on the computer are enough for me. I win a poem, though, so it's all good x