Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

The Windybot From Aldershot

Deep in caves in Aldershot
Lives the hairy windybot
Many friends he has not got
Because he gets the wind a lot

What does he eat? I’ll tell you what
He just eats curry... really hot
So if you’re in a picnic spot
You’d better hope that he is not

For windybots they cannot smell
So when they trump they cannot tell
But when kids all go green and stiff
They know they’ve made a nasty whiff

So, for the sake of Jill and Dave
He trumps alone inside his cave
And though his trumps are not corrosive 
What they are, is high explosive 

It’s dark inside his cave at night
But windybot prefers the light
Alas his torch he had forgot
He struck a match, though he should not

So one match put him in a spot
When flames out of the cave mouth shot
Believe it or believe it not
There’s volcanoes in Aldershot

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Gershon Wolf April 2, 2021 at 2:58 PM I think that you've just broken the wind record, Maestro! Ciao, gw Terry Flood April 2, 2021 at 3:58 PM The weird thing is, I had no idea that there actually are caves in Aldershot. No volcanoes though. Phew! Terry

Rico Leffanta March 30, 2021 at 12:00 PM I suspect this warrants the Jan Allison Award! Aloha! Rico Terry Flood March 30, 2021 at 1:07 PM Really? You should have seen the original... er perhaps not! Thanks Rico, Terry

Tom Cunningham March 29, 2021 at 12:57 PM Lol, i was going to say no smoking. One thing for sure a vindallo will give you the windybots. Tom Terry Flood March 29, 2021 at 3:23 PM Thanks Tom. This was the ‘cleansed’ version for Soup. Didn’t dare post the original. Terry