Best Mash Poems
Pie and mash, pie and mash
Loads of nosh for not much cash
Warms yer cockles fills you up
Wash it down with a good strong cup
Pour the Sarsons in the pie
Come on fellah don’t be shy
Loads of liquor, lovely stuff
Us cockney lads can’t get enough
It’s Cockney grub for Cockney boys
Come on people make some noise
Forget about those fancy fings
Pie and mash is fit for Kings
So if you want some grub that’s filling
And only costs a coupla shilling
To the pie shop you must dash
Grab yourself some pie and mash
< dancing to the hit song monster mash
frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
took the witches culdeen
and boiled up mummys spleen
Quasimodo joined in on the bash
witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
illuminates party from it's start
Dracula and zombies
lurking for free bodies
poor old frankie's wife just fell apart
the bewitching dance came to its end
when bats flew in frenzy around den
on this all hallows eve
trickery was up sleeve
sent my 3 black cats in to defend
When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated
Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur
Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show
The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"
October 20, 2016
Jellied eels and pie n mash.
East London Fair, and that’s a fact.
The Dockers hands, and the pearly kings.
Their romance gone, the truth it stings.
The Bow Bells ring, they sound out loud.
Cockney chests, they puff out proud.
Not much left of old world London town.
Inside office blocks our city drowns.
The rhyming slang, used to confound.
It hid the truth, of lies abound.
The gifted few, they understood.
They kept those coppers under hood.
Up the Apples and pears, mind your plates of meat.
Meant up the stairs and watch your feet.
The law never knew, they couldn’t make it out.
We watched their faces and saw their doubt.
The slang we used was not just for fun.
It kept us on our toes, not on the run.
Old London's gone it has changed its face.
For better or worse it's now a different place.
We've had the rough. We've had the smooth.
This place has changed, with times it's moved.
Like or not this is London Town.
The times have changed, but she'll not let you down.
She'll take you in, she'll hold you tight.
Embrace her heart, enjoy the light.
From Seventy-two to Eighty-three,
I took a rest from reality
To watch these doctors laugh and cry.
(And some of them would even die.)
It was a story of Korean War
Which had ended twenty years before,
But Vietnam War was in full force
And we were all involved of course.
The horrors of war were plain to see
And was treated without frivolity.
When lives had been saved and work was done
These doctors brewed their own rare fun.
There was Hot Lips and her lover Frank,
Who were often victims of a prank.
Hawkeye and his manic friends
Tormented them with no amends.
Staged in Army Mobil Surgical Hospital
With conditions less than hospitable,
These doctors did the best they could
With resources sometimes not so good.
An oleo of humor and great drama
I could watch it with my own mama.
There was no lewdness ever shown
But scenes to tickle your funny bone.
Its last episode drew a major crowd.
One hundred twenty five million it’s avowed.
This record I think, still stands today
And perhaps will never go away.
I’m sure that somewhere in this nation,
This show is still in syndication.
I advise you watch it just because
It is the best that ever was.
By; Joyce Johnson
TV show “Mash”
Barely Bear!
Today, barefooted I walked behind a bear.
Not behind just any old bear,
But behind a bear, whose behind was bare!!
And barely steps behind the bear -
This is the bear with the bare behind,
Followed two more bears with bare behinds!
Had they all three worn their fur threadbare?
Or was it from the bearing of their forebears?
But when I saw three bears with bare bear behinds,
It was barely bearable! In fact quite unbearable!
So to cover the bare bear behinds, and dignify their bearing,
I gave them underwear to cover their bare behinds!
And made it warmer for three bare bear behinds!
With the bears behinds covered, I bear
In mind, when behind bears with bare behinds
That although the bare bear behinds
Are covered by underwear, they are still bear behinds!
Though it makes it more bearable to walk behind!
Better than walking behind bare bear behinds!
As dawn did break, the Cock did crow,
“Morning is here”, don’t you know?
But the farmer not a bit impressed,
aimed his gun and its trigger pressed!
Now silence reigns as never before,
And late is that Cock for evermore!
The lightning roared, the thunder flashed,
Pig and chicks were shaken
When next there came another flash,
We got some eggs and bacon!
The Gnu is not a horse my friends,
and neither is the zebra.
But should it be, I swear to thee,
it would be a cause celebre`!
There once was a woman called Eve,
Who kept many things up her sleeve.
But the best of them all,
Which made poor Adam fall,
Was kept, where you’d never believe!
The Queen said she gave a full pardon,
To a criminal old and hardened:
But ere his sentence was stopped,
He’d already been topped:
Was pushing up crops in the garden
You need to be aware of the art,
Of putting a horse in a cart.
For should you do it wrong,
It won't be very long,
Before you return to the start!
January 20th, 2017.
sausages mash and peas
Slowly climb the leaning tree and learn about leaves
Count them
Count the corners
The points
The colours
And when you have completed this climb back down but quickly this time
For this is a process of professionalism and professionalism is neither a professor picking potatoes and nor is it a pale portly peach in a pothole
A seasonal session is a lesson indeed
And when to amass such knowledge and gain such insight
Structures that know no surrounds are the enemy of the lines
Drawn out lines are a plan to cage
And taunt the chambers
And dwell in thin cabled networks of plasma
No controlled steam could grow a stem on a concrete path
And no wave could flow from a tap
And no free flowing river jet could burst out of a water spray
And in a jury clad case of fast measures it is best to be a frog
Leaping
At top speed
Especially when the case being heard is not a suitcase patterned open and shut one
It is a fact versus fiction
To whom should you place your beliefs then
Belly laughing buttoned buffoons
Bellowing
Oh and before the programme shuts it must be said that apples always follow pears into the food bags
For the comfort element
But oh no the screaming plasma of an electrified plant
But the kindness of the acacia berry is renowned for giving the electric a mild boot
Foreknown is not often a foregone conclusion and conclusions are neither a clinking chain nor are they a clapping chunk of pineapples in a picture window
So now all can see and smell the garden pollen, perhaps it is time for the just and dutiful cause of the lawnmower
To pull itself out from the dust and cobwebs and pull the grass out with such force that all windows break
Oh wow adjudicating ant is clapping wildly in fur surrounds
Z Formicidae Z at 40 round beetles kicking a stone into a puddle to 18 wild and infruiated beads of corn
What if smiling moon
Is brighter than the sun?
And the flakes of tumoil tend
To vile when fully regatherd
While i tame time my fab
I extricate by the vast drab
Of quality i fade for emptyness
The knobs of metaphor was
Red-hot and fickle fame flies
Off the vicinity of restless
Scimiter..ALAS! vile scimiter
Chill. Hot. Hate and lover
They all colide and positive
Wands lost the clasp of
Magical influence
Cameras connecting
you to the war
dialogue telling you
why and what for.
At the very moment your
eyes fill with tears
Someone says something funny
and you laugh with no fears.
A brilliant combination of
danger and love
Humanity portrayed
making you a part of.
This series that kept
you on the edge of your seat.
Evoking emotion
while soldiers compete.
I'd watch with my father
a man of the law.
He'd teach me the reason
people fight and then crawl.
I would escape into
the television set
Pretending I was no
rookie, but a vet.
Captain, Corporal
Father or Major
They made wartime bearable
so I'd watch and then wager.
The doctors would always take turns
And Hawkeye would have his concerns
The nurse with hot lips
Was swinging her hips
Enticing the lonely Frank Burns
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Entry: "On a Lim" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
April 30, 2022
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I mash my potatos
Mash mash mash
Salt and pepper play
As the milk mingles with the butter
I twirl my fork to make a swirl in the creamy mixture
Mash mash mash
Taste so good
These mashed potatos
Hot garlic running inside
Playing hide and seek
With the fried skins of paradise
I love mashed potatos
Mash mash mash
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I was down in Westminster the other night
and there I saw a most horrible sight.
I thought I saw a man without a head.
Cromwell? I asked, or a king long dead?
I then saw a dame with a horrid lurid glance,
not quite the sort you'd be asking for a dance.
If not Maggy, then who could it be?
I'm very sorry, mate. It's no use asking me,
Three weird sisters were there discussing Brexit.
One said leave it, and another tried to hex it.
What did I witness? Was this the 'monster mash,'
or just politicians as they made an awful hash?
A lanky hooded figure invited me in
with a croaky voice and a sinister grin.
My entry would be easy; of that I had no doubt,
but the problem would then have been: how to get out.
Was it all that talk of a 'backdrop'
that made me hesitate?
When I got back home eventually,
it was very, very late.
Circular motions of mice dressed in vividly printed mushroom skirts. Could be acronyms for stars. Could bring the brooms to the brooks. Many a flea could clean a flowered stalk. While the emblem of an embroidered teacloth sits quiet in contemplation. Ears are easily drawn onto photographs of lions. It is not the intended job for the ghost yet mitigating circumstances mean that in a league of leaves can boil a great many kettles from rain spittle. Meeting a horned goblin in a shimmering jade field. Long grass. Bulging threatening eyes and large fangs. Nowhere to run from this crouched creature. Mindful of this the needle spins effortlessly producing sounds and in later times on earth a cradle of blue is a safe haven. Speak not of this beastly creation. It survives on fear. So jump into air with style and dance around the tree tops singing to the tiny birds whose flapping cam create harmonious auras. Take not a zebra to a castle to meet a big bear at a banquet. Busy are the peasantry. Take not a goblet to the fish eyed man with the sword. Tailor not a suit of armour for a shrew. And always listen to the harmonics of a lute. Deliver the items then to the vast expanse to the army tents. Canter across the country on an iron bred horse. Missions then. Musically arranged. Forest floor contains great wisdom. As the crone creates a herbal brew to cure all ills. As the curtains in theatres fall. As the wind of night arrives to sweep away penalising judgements and falsities. Then arrives the badgers with books. Hopping heaping hollering hollowed out tree trunks and a sunbathing elephant smiling in contentment. Play not a song of prawns or peas to a cactus plant as it is rare that it will induce changes. Streets of serpent swirl on a snowy day. Misted motions mandatory underground fortresses. Having a pleasant time then? Oh good. Now I will play with my fifteen rabbits,nine sheep,twelve octopuses and my fifty foot pig. Play. Power. Pleasing. Plenty. Part. Xxxx Avenue answering. X.
Hawkeye has always been my favorite on the show..
His fast humor and love for life never let me go..
Pranks and joking spilled into my ways...
My friends and I would gather to watch every day...
As the same as me Hawkeye would cover up despair
with fast wit and humor..
Teasing a room mate or a start of a silly rumor...
A poker game with drinks and friends...
As I emulated the same with some drunken binges..
His huge heart for healing and not accepting death..
His critical voice of this horrible war portrayed in length...
Hidden behind humor and script the message got across..
Such a wonderful show of war and friendships at any cost..
Gonna lay down my burdens
by the river of life flowing out of me.
Gonna study war no more.
Gonna put on my long white robe
down in the depths of my heart
Gonna study war no more.
Gonna lay down my burdens
cause I'm in right out right up right down right
Gonna study war no more.