Gail Foster Poet Light Verse

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 September 10, 2015 at 3:04 PM I very much enjoy your writing style, and I want to go to Dismaland too! :) Gail Foster September 10, 2015 at 4:47 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 August 21, 2015 at 12:48 PM Bang on trend ... and bang on form, made me smile. ;) Gail Foster August 21, 2015 at 1:19 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 August 21, 2015 at 9:30 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 August 21, 2015 at 10:26 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