Those bells, those jubilant, jaunty clangers
Vibrating chimes dancing across meadows
Cavorting through town
Are gone.
Stolen by a rogue poet
Abetted by a teacher
Who played a recording
Of Poe’s….THE BELLS.
Around the fifth replay
I swore off poetry for life,
Rescued only by
Tintinnabulation therapy.
I still cringe
At the sound of a doorbell.
Not Poe’s fault
My neighbor
Is always looking
To borrow something
I offered to lend him
The bell.
Categories:
clangers, high school, humor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They sent me on a spaceship to walk on this dusty moon
I looked back upon planet Earth which almost made me swoon
I came to meet a Clanger and I hoped I’d meet one soon
But I can’t even find a dragon with a serving spoon
I headed for a mound that looked a little like a dune
To hear their classic whistle would be something of a boon
There and then I’d settle for a smuggled in baboon
Or to find an area where Clanger hair was strewn
But then a flick of dust kicked up but with no whistled tune
I tracked it to a critter that looked like a green raccoon
I asked the creature where the Clangers spend their afternoon
The creature said, “The Clangers live on planet ‘Blue’ you goon.”
I leapt back in my spaceship which was called The Macaroon
A strange name for a spaceship but my monorhyme is oon
I jetted off to ‘Blue’ and I arrived half way through June
And then I met the Clangers and they sold me a balloon
Categories:
clangers, planet, space,
Form: Monorhyme
The programs I watched as a child.
Button moon the clangers too
Mr Ben and Scooby Doo
Bugs Bunny and sylvester the cat
Sesame street and Roland rat
It was tiswas I liked the most
Then came another renta ghost
The Mr men and Joe 90 to
Johnny morris down at the zoo.
Champion the wonder horse
And I can't forget zorro
Tune in again same time same place
Tomorrow.
Categories:
clangers, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Twits
Hanging
Inverted, dumb
listen in, ease dropping.
Chime in with rude chirps when prompted
With presumed relevant authority
Unwelcome interruption peals
Clangers
Rung
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5 June 2017
Categories:
clangers, rude,
Form: Ninette
Bill and Ben the flower pot men
The Clangers and a soup dragon
Bungle and Jeffery and a Rainbow in the sky
Crackerjack, Banana splits go wild
Dick Dastardly and Muttley
Mr Magoo is that you
The Flintstones yabba dabba do
just some of my childhood tv friends
Categories:
clangers, fun,
Form: Free verse
Some people say the sky’s not really blue
And the moon was never made of green cheese,
That Clangers and their whistling is a myth
And pocket money doesn’t grow on trees.
But tell a child the sky isn’t blue,
That the moon isn’t really made of cheese,
Or say the Clangers never make a sound
And watch how childhood withers in the breeze.
The sky is full of wonder and we know
The astronomic miracles of space,
The moon is rock and Clangers don’t exist
But does this really have to be the case?
So for a child the sky is azure blue,
Wallace and Gromit proved the moon is cheese,
The Clangers whistle happily all day
And pocket money really grows on trees.
I tried to touch the sky but failed to find
A barrier high above beside the moon.
I found that space is everywhere and so
The means to travel there can’t come too soon.
For somewhere else I know the sky is blue
And stars are diamonds in a velvet sky,
A planet full of Clangers does exist
And childhood magic lives to make reply.
Too soon reality will take its toll
When adult life will burden me and you,
A gentle fairytale will ease the pain
If you believe the sky is really blue.
Categories:
clangers, childhood, childhood, child, childhood,
Form: Light Verse