Alas, ‘tis a tire, a tire o’thy ire
Hilli-ho! Bless ye enlightenment so,
O wonder is glutinous’n glory
Ho! So deem thee glutinous whence basking’n this glory!
Some push, some pull, cutting so deftly with idle energy
Chirrup! Ho, chirrup! Dance, do prance anyhow, everyhow
Professing unlike the former, latter insignificant thoughts
Chirrup! Why, clear away!
F’why hath this matter so?
Gladly glaze the superstition that supper is but brief
Conduct thee here, pulsing, thriving, alive here so
Bold young brooding worrywart
Thwart ye worries, in excitement and ecstasy and boyish buoyancy
And in an unbroken light enlighten, ho!
Stream beneath thee, bequeath thy soul!
F’one shall bask in glutinous glory afterall!
Yo-ho! Resolve thee, t’be a bran-new barmy mare.
28//1//26
Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
They’re at the head of each army
And groups who are barmy
Beware of the dangers of flags
Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
Worn by the patriotic
And the simply idiotic
Beware of the dangers of flags
Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
If it’s a tourniquet you’re needing
They might stem the bleeding
Beware of the dangers of flags
Beware of the dangers of flags
They’re much more than colourful rags
From Hitler to Bob Menzies
They help whip up great frenzies
Please beware of the dangers of flags
I don’t mean to unnerve ya
But they’re used to create fervour
Beware of the dangers of flags.
Barmy blacksmiths, forging Fate
Smack-dab, smashed and working late
Stuck deep in and wrenching wrists
Tattered skin on itchy fists
Spewing salty starless space
Into eyes and all over face
The wall and put your best foot on
A boxy board housing Spawn
Groggy gauges, clicking close
To the time the Boss had chose
Feeling funny, one Smith exits
Others watch him through their slits
Lined looking, between blades
Hanging hazards, shovels and spades
Their brother's bowel blows and boils
As life's liquid bursts and soils
Clothes clamped, stammered sound
Shrieking lumps, lurching around
Weapons washed, in red and green
The first, and last, blacksmith seen.
The Barmy Army still wading among the dung
After Ashes tsunami any new songs now sung
Aussies smarmy but new Harmy..Josh Tongue
Dream of gung ho team does seem far flung
Baz loves betting & forgetting.. took a bung?
Beyond reproach coach on to job has clung
Some fans jest but suggest should be hung
For bish bash bosh tosh Mac attack’s brung
Yep Jacob up his eponymous ladder swung
Radder bowler Josh has climbed many a rung
Cruel BazBull rule made us all madder..stung
Cool fool with incontinent bladder & one lung
New flair heirs did woo with their foo & kung
We coo pair made us gladder.. despair wrung
No longer unsung.. Bet Hell & its fiery Tongue
Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save
Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive
Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave
Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave
Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave
Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave
Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave
So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave
All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave
Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave
Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
Do or die got to perform in the eye of the storm
Noise from the boys remember we did deport
Another loss 3 nought a new boss will be sought
The depravity of gravity the reality of this sport
Big Ben’s men finally hold court our Last Resort
Insult beaten twice has the Bazball loon cult lost its spice
Starc’s legend hewn from chumps stumps in clumps strewn
Shredded in the dreaded Ashes vice Last Throw of the Dice
Bogged down in a twit pit will be flogged if we just slog
Stokes spoke about going for broke showing a bit of dog
Aussie boon.. Over the Moon In the Clover lagoon
The Barmy Army will still croon their afternoon tune
As another buffoon’s marooned OZ media swoon
Sucking on their silver spoon our Last Chance Saloon
Last ditch on the pitch must bewitch this is High Noon
Speedster ranks fully stocked
The Barmy Army's flocked
Baz Ball glock fully cocked
BUT
Hilariously knocked vicariously docked
Variously rocked nefariously socked
Tell still reeling from feeling shell shocked
SO
Even with the WACA's gates locked
Snazzy Baz jazz's been blocked
Ben's men buzz has been mocked
WHY
Travis seriously deliriously peacocked!
I read his name carney, i saw dark clouds gather as as an army.' I hear such black blarney.'
See Canada has maybe gone barmy.dead maple leaves, lay; yet more slippery and smarmy..Under a carney so carney
Doing more harm, than an enemy army..Oh
Prime-sinister (mark carney)
Chorus..
Oh its carney; mark carney..Mark his
Moniker, in alarm alarm be.' Awake
Canada, get real lively..And I'm sure that you
Will see. You need good rid of (mark carney)
History mark of carny' rabid; rouge and
Barmy.' Got some beef.' With innocent
Birds a hate fuelled puppet beyond good
Words.'
If we think Kenji Kawakami
may seem a little barmy;
Then perhaps his Chindogu
are not for the likes of me and you.
Tho' they may display legs to best advantage,
observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?'
Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet
about women's proclivities and passion
when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet
about their footwear fashion.
Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy,
(with) bats in the belfry too,
it's far beyond my reckoning, as I can't fathom,
why they choose to wear the pairs of shoes they do.
And as for a clue, I haven't any, why they own so very many.
With their platforms, pumps, stilettos, wedges, they're tottering on
the edges of insanity, an exercise in futility,
an accident about to happen, one stumble, a tumble then... a calamity.
Seeing them hobble, while their dogs are barking,
these are the words they'd speak, if their feet could talk,
'Cinderella had the right idea, losing her glass slipper,
as oh the pains you put us through when you are wont to walk.
It's no more than torture, a total imposition,
somewhat akin to boots of the Spanish Inquisition.'
I was, i was the minister prime.!! And in all of Canada I
Held the lines.' I fished the place for 'all it was worth' and
Kept some millions.' And My yacht is still berthed..yes I'm
Still important..Got the re...I mean ear of carny.'Are you
Listening bartender.?? You know they say i'm barmy.' And
Look at my triumphs, i ensured there were tampons for
Men.! Yet if you ask me to describe one.?? One second i'll
Open it..Now which is the right end? Well its slim and long
Like a cotton cigar.' Yes I'm great on details! are you still
With me.?? HEY THE BAR.!!!
klaus says humanity has lost its trust' so i guess to regain
It is his new must??
trump has won and now presides.' As many people are
Opening their eyes.?]
Many Americans phoned and texted when a new bill was
Debated' and we saw things got really affected.'
I don't know how ( that went down ?)
With all those evil? davos clowns?
soros gates claus and carny, atten-borough thun-burg they'd send you barmy!
In listening to such fifteen minutes? it is plenty.' Of time
To escape the ' forever citys' and before they're built.!
Like a hive.? Do we have a mind.? Hmm think..Think think.?
Also action will do fine.' What will be the next distractions.? Maybe
Its simply best to do as above.? Get involved to devolve.!
Give the agenda a shove.? Which is like a train on its track
Of lies.?? If you remove some sections off a cliff it
Fly's
The last breath
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last funeral
The last burial
The last roll
The last poll
The last smile
The last style
The last flight
The last rite
The last crap
The last stop
Alas! Somewhere
There is a last
That we can bear
We need the past
To move on in life
After a barmy gaffe
We weep and we laugh
As we sail solo on the life raft.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Jim
I tried to tell you, but you refused to hear.
As soon as I returned home from the Army
You took me straight to your drug dealer’s abode.
That was more than my friendship could ever bear
I thought that crazy man was going to harm me.
Getting high was your only love and it showed.
You never thought whether or not it was fair.
The rest of us thought perhaps you were barmy
And you left us to carry the heavy load.
You drove your car and wrapped it around that tree
And when you died you killed something within me.
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