I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
Categories:
clackers, age, history,
Form: Rhyme
White crisp shirts
The clackers make their way to
The central
Sea salt is in the air
Frown lines and stress lines
Upon canvases of many
Wooden benches
To rest your heavy heart
Red blisters
Warm conversations
To ease the ache
The Achilles heel
In this big central
The lone white swan
Hiding near
The banks of the lake
Folding its wings
Pure of white in
The middle of teal, grey, and glass
A palace in the middle of the city
Heigh ho heigh ho
Off to work they go
Until the end of the day
And the salarymen
Saunter downtown
Follow the red neon billboards
Is it still happy hour?
Asahi Sapporo Kirin
Or are you feeling a Yebisu tonight?
Meltdowns are the common symptom
Be warned
Don't let it infect your soul
Because it's the only thing
You can
And must
Protect
Survive the day
To live the next
Categories:
clackers, career, city, courage, day,
Form: Free verse
(Sir Terry Wogan and Mason McQueen take a tasty televised trip to Devizes)
No traffic jam when Terry came
No culinary surprise
He used his loaf and found some cheese
When munching round The Vize
He and his little Mason friend
Had breakfast at The Bear
Sausage, bacon, beans an ting
No revelation there
Terry chewed the fat a bit
And did a bit of walking
A bit of pork, a bit of cake
And pudding (now you’re talking)
The flight of locks left Terry cold
He didn’t eat the quackers
Then things got quite interesting
When John got out his clackers
And hold on there is Florence
Making Olde Vizes Pie
Terry’s buds are tickled now
A stuffed fox winks an eye
So cheers for that then, Terry, mate
You put our town on telly
But next time have some lardy
And get rat ars*d in the Pelly
by Gail
(for Florence from The Black Swan
and the Unusual John Girvan)
Categories:
clackers, celebrity, community, drink, england,
Form: Rhyme