Farce Poems

A digital farce, we still count fingers!

Before the chip, before binary code,
Before clocks showed in digital time mode,
Stood an ancient man with furrowed brow
Trying to track time and count numbers in a row.

He stared at stars, watched the sun,
He devised how to count when time had begun,
Using the flanges of his fingers one by one,
Counting seconds, minutes, days, and months done.

Force, farce, frequented, foundationally,

Outrage and then revenge..Ensure such' and repetitions
Will never end.' A formula humans know.' 
Yet with much drive, and vigour, still scatter and sow..!

Calling out your Farce

The Lies you tell me and then tell yourself
the way you act as a victim in your own web of hell 
and if I call out your horse- , you will blame and throw a fit 
you cut  me with your behavior and words and  then don't expect me to bleed 
you then

The Farce Of Law

Posters painted
By law tainted
Rosaries rattling
Prayers prattling
Police swoop
Spirits droop
Whisked away
Because they pray
For children unborn
Innocent lives shorn
In abortion clinics
Cold cash for callous cynics

Post Office Farce

The post office 
parcel farce 
Those in charge 
a little bit harsh 

asleep at the wheel 
give them a bonus 
hundreds and hundreds 
and nobody noticed 

The honours awarded 
Community service 
Innocent to guilty 
that is the verdict 

you took their lives
their reps their money 
are you obliged 
a stint in the prisons 
through ruining

The Farce Goes On

Makeup never hides the truth
the camera sees it all
Sharply focused through the pain
each mask a futile pall

As clowns embrace the actor’s fears
in painted frozen smiles
The farce goes on in word and song
—a masquerades denial

(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)

Caught

This tragedy is a farce,
A play within a play.
The king says one thing,
The queen another
And the pawn, lying broken
May never recover.
Romantic sop,
(he’s quite the fool)
Watching the battle go on 
and on . . . 

. . .  and on the warfare continues - 
A game of Armageddon.
With despotic palaver 
The pawn is sent
To the

Grotto Rotto

Christmas was coming, I'd begun to fret
Thinking of all the gifts to purchase yet 
I spied an advert in a local store
For someone to replace their Santa Claus.

They gave me the position there and then
Eager to set up the grotto again
Got in my Santa outfit, it looked ace
Especially the white beard on my face.

The Grotto

Selected Lyrics From the Imaginary Invalid

 After graduating from UF, in the early '80s I wrote the book, lyrics and score for a musical adaptation of Moliere's farce Le Malade Imaginaire ("The Imaginary Invalid") and have decided to post five of the song lyrics from my adaptation.

 1. OPENING NUMBER  

        

Village Justice Or Legal Farce

Village Justice Or Legal Farce

A developing saga of political intrigue and power play in the corridors of power...
With invisible puppet strings being tugged in a certain manner....
How else to explain the self righteous supremo of PAS filing a libel suit to safeguard integrity.....
So far away from Bolehland,  in the hallowed halls of British justice

My Latest Local Farce

My latest local farce, oh, what a schmooze!
oily words from his thick lips fairly ooze.
Behind my back, he must think I’m a hick,
ducking and dodging him doesn’t quite stick. 
He’ll pop out of nowhere, but I don’t drool,
not when he treats me like somebody’s fool.
I want to purge my mem'ry of his muck.
He’s not really

Farce

A man who is
Afraid of his own words,
In his eyes, nothing but
The timidity of a rat;
Without guards and
Bulletproof motorcades,
A wasteful wife;
He would pee in his pants:
Crazy he cowered us with violence,
Wasted our lives;
Finger on cheek,
Like a thoughtful statesman,
What a farce!

Flatulance Forum Farce

Based on BBC news article "Fart in parliament: Row blows up in Canada"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-38037187


Should our leaders discuss debt?
Under which we toil and sweat
How to tax us? Lots or little?
Or somewhere roughly in the middle?

Do we grow and do they borrow?
Or make a promise vague and hollow
Economic conflagration?
Unemployment or inflation?

Do they reason? Time well spent?
No, they argue

Farce

The only door known, stood closed



She raised her hands to push them open



A fear strange clenched at her heart



She pulled back fearing even to knock 



 



Unsure of what her eyes would accost



An expression of joy or impatience naked



She stood at a loss confused and distressed



Her own no longer familiar and known



 



She remembered the

Natural Selection a Theory Or Farce

I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was out of joint
Observing two similar birds with different beaks
Saying that’s evolution is evident as I speak

Well here I go again,

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