Long Dafter Poems
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You have the power to crush me
Did you think idle threats would push me
To the brink
If defeat is what you are after
To underestimate couldn't be dafter
Stop to think
You crossed the border
Broke the code
Your action empty, loveless showed
This territory is sacred ground
The heritage of generations found
Solidarity and loyalty owed
And now we stand in unison
You fight each woman, daughter, son
Cowardly at best..
Is this test of selfish resolve.
We protect the ones we love
Against the bullying shove
Our goal is peace
What cost until hostility will cease
Depends, depends on you and me
Save tears and fears
For years and years
Desist with World War III
World War 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
*WINNER* Placed 4th
(in solidarity with all those who defend their right for freedom against oppression)
“Not too Shabby”
(one of my market regulars wrote us a lovely letter.. to raise our flagging spirits..and this is our tribute to you Tom..who whenever you ask how he is?....says not too shabby)
Another market dawning
Under a Victorian awning
No fawning or scorning
Cheeky grin adorning
With aplomb..hedonic insights
Sardonic delights of
Another Tom/Com bomb
Ironic demonic highlights
Sarky sparky malarkey
Anarchy..heady heights
Of our Saturday morning
One of those sorts
Whatever the weather
Always sports shorts
The kind (of) bloke
Quick with a joke
No fibs…his nibs
Not woke..just needs dafter
Laughter…with everything broke
Tom loves heaps of peeps
But would confess
Except for the bolder
Older folks shoulder barges
Along with elbows pokes
Stropping they’re stopping
Him shopping.. at Caithness
Tom’s other fave rave
Those prattling in Pak n Save
Crave.. best bet to shun
Send to their grave
Run & get the Gatling gun
Different skills he brings
With his shiny dome
Has done many things
Did roam far from home
Bouncer in Alice Springs
Not one to boast
But made the most
Of his recent West coast
Host..decent Hokitika the toast
Got the mettle
In fettle so fine
Which’s why we purloined
The first rate line you coined
Tom.. you are a “Ray of Sunshine”
Great Celtic blue eyed trait
Not too shabby…mate
The clothes pile has started to form itself into a grotesque man
The bedroom door will no longer open due to the heavy garbage can
The stench of the dirty dishes is annoying to say the least.
To get it all out of my mind I take a giant bite of pie – peach.
Don’t you think you should? My house mate starts to say.
But she watches my eyes furrow and narrow and scurries away.
If I wanted to clean and cook and scour and wash dishes and such
I would not have been born on this planet; for it is too much.
Like Peter Pan I never wanted to totally grow up
To pay bills, and rent, and take care of my cat and my pup.
I wanted to forever go to school and have fun and make laughter
This growing up thing is for others, people much dafter.
I know that eventually I will have to get a job and go to work every day.
But since the pandemic has arrived, it’s a great time to cavort and play.
Virus has not done anything but give me a fine relaxing slovenly break.
I’ll make a cobbler next, for it’s time to eat more sugar for Pete’s sake.
The total bummer of our wasted Test summer….ahem
Does jar well below par no cigar not even a cafe creme
After another dafter dumber and dumber apophthegm
The tedium of this charlatan medium saying carpe diem
Couldn’t be any glummer still will take Baz to the ATM
Laughter him on a whim mending a forlorn torn hem
We pleaded tree needed to go not the Root but stem
Pretending will be happy ending Bazball’s Bethlehem
ECB & Key glib in tandem fib as random as a Lib Dem
English cricket’s viral spiral now coughing up phlegm
The gory gashes from Ashes lashes will still condemn
Then Stokes says that’s all folks was absolute mayhem
Jokes he’ll back in the 2027 eleven it’s us versus them
After hoax new Kiwi bloke evokes masterstrokes a gem
No longer going for broke a stronger bespoke requiem
Will coax the magic unlike the tragic Bazball "La Boheme"
No superhero cloaks as from acorns grow oaks says Flem
Bored of deplored
Hordes of frauds
On abhorred company boards
Who applaud flawed
Seats stored…for cheats
Apply or buy on the fly
Enjoy till they die
Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills
Thrills of blue pills
Moolah the ruler
Swills..fills the tills
Cash revenues poured
Toured here &
Did maraud abroad
All avenues explored
Scored a stash
Claps & back slaps
Promises will slash
Countries floored collapse
Nice one chaps
Ice caps thawed
Adored share price soared
Lust for boom & bust
Must lobby..trust us
Just a hobby jobby
Cigars smoked…booze soaked
Full to the gunnels
With coke choked
Vasal nasal funnels
Despite our fears and nadirs
For years on the fiddle
Peers sneers & jeers
Snaking beast will feast
Diddle..taking the piddle
Not least the riddle
Forgot forsaking the priest
Not reeling…Lords’ laughter
Cheers to Keir again
Feeling calmer after
Starmer’s dafter karma
Who’s forgotten it’s rotten
Even show pony Tony
Did more to stop
Crony phoney baloney
Our hopes on the ropes
Need a disdain campaign
Tropes to end
Champagne reign of gain
This inane arcane
Insane gravy train
Dare to dream Ashes nightmares it seems reawoken
Token words spoken after scares & flares teams broken
Dafter peacocking then rocking no blocking just shocking
Mocking laughter of the ghost of Christmas future knocking
Host boast from coast to coast toast as England roast
Boiling..recoiling..toiling & broiling this is our last post
Our iridescent flaming proper copper haired laird
Incandescent flairs no taming his despairs we all shared
Luminescent cares blaming Bazball heirs ill prepared scared
Stoic brawler our defiant mauler on a leaking reeking trawler
Too reliant on our brilliant defiant resilient glowering giant
Big Ben set up camp crippled by his men again & ripples of cramp
Overpowering pain courses through every vein towering skipper & champ
Heart on his sleeve…makes us believe in a reprieve heroic Firestarter
Immensity of intensity.. O Captain my Captain..our smarter martyr
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
The tiny giant
was independently reliant.
He was brutely handsome, such a pity
because she was awfully pretty.
The old news came in a deafening whisper.
She read it slowly and brisker.
He was a knight by day.
She left a bitter sweet note with joyful dismay.
Hand written on a typewriter.
Her heart was heavy and so much lighter.
He was riding at a slow speed
when he had a deliberate accident on his steed.
She let out a silent scream
when she saw the invisible scene.
It was on TV.
A live recording for all to see.
He swapped his horse for an ox
from the school of hard knocks.
The beast was dumb and much dafter.
Her knight died and they all lived happily ever after.
This is a true story all fiction to be sure on.
Now all she has is his OXY-MORON.
What if God isn't a he or a she but a he she
eating quiche in a teepee with a toupee
in the company of a grumpy hippy
seeking to unleash a fart storm our way
solar gusts of gigantic proportions
across intergalactic star systems
unholy guffing crushing our sun
with radiation to our extinction
anything is possible it's all unknown
take a guess at the probable fart tone
all we ever do is disbelieve and joke
open up minds after cannabis toke
some believe he's a vengeful bastard
out to punish us thereafter
in a world seeing many disaster
these people couldn't be dafter
so maybe God really is a he she
toupee wearing and living in a teepee
perving on a world of birds and bees
with an irritable bowel about to let free
Appalling.. hard not to diss the taking the piss
No not talking about the corking bliss of Travis
Bazball calling card just a scarred hubris abyss
Head’s rabid ripsnorter slaughter so rapid
Livid our boys stupid not vivid instead vapid
Fan fury wishing they will stop fishing
Hack jury dishing out flak still swishing
Go toe to toe with our oldest coldest foe
Blow by blow new low ego the worst woe
Wickets in a row..have a go free flow they all crow
Forget every aficionado all about Bazball bravado
Can hear them say no other way to play we know
Can’t teach reach each puppet that Mac did bestow
Beseech after another breach it’s the Muppet show
Boycott & Vaughan did warn along with many ex baggie greens
After the laughter at rafter of dafter scenes…still chill your beans
Really.. Stokes bespoke blokes choked were smoked...“Has Beens”!