Hi! I’m Chip! Follow me!
I’m chipper, did you see me there?
I like to eat potato chips and I love to play with my chipmunk friends
especially in the bushes around Chipotle!
You can write my name on a chipboard if you’d like…
as I said, my name is Chip.
Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Categories:
chipboard, animal,
Form: Free verse
Flat pack Wobbler
Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall
Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies
And underarm catalogues patterned with an iconic list of what they are
When the blocks are sequenced and affixed with laborious strife
A transformation takes place that gives the pack new form herewith
Long live the flat pack table and its tedious sway in frail chipboard
Seated upon upon a quartet of nailed on props that creak objection
It takes its varnished place in harmony with four bolted chairs that match
And for a while it serves to hold the plates and cutlery just grand
Until the careless etch of scratches weave marring patterns on its top
Forever to remain as though a work of scribbled art and wrinkled mess
No longer wavelets in the soup, a tidal wave is now the norm when the legs teeter
Today the food’s aslant and the drinks decide to slide and slither to the floor
The props have given way, they’re tired and now submit to glory
And the table returns again to flat pack with eternal gratitude
quartet of props
Categories:
chipboard, humor,
Form: Blank verse
In my town
They’re pulling houses down
And building new ones no-one can afford
In my town
Whole streets are run-down
Windows boarded up with chipboard
In my town
What’s happened to my town?
The town I used to know
Everything has changed
Where did the people go?
Who would look out for each other
And lend a helping hand
What’s happened to my town?
In my town
People were so nice
We had community spirit
Or to be more precise
I was so proud to live here
But now so much has changed
In my town
In my town
People look so down
They used to be so happy
But this was a different town
They must have loved it then
But find it hard to now
It was their town
It was my town
In my town
Things really need to change
Categories:
chipboard, nostalgia, society,
Form: Rhyme