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My Mate Pete, he loved to have a drink
and this led him to cause the world's biggest stink.
He used to work in a factory that made joke shop supplies
things like whoopee cushions, doggie poos and also googly eyes.
On the day in question, he was on the morning shift
but the night before, he'd drank a bottle of vodka which was a Christmas gift.
Later the next morning at work, as his body began to detox
he had a little accident with the products in his box.
This product contained stink bombs - the little ones made of glass
The whole factory immediately smelt like the inside of someone's ass.
"Abandon ship" was the cry, "Women and children first"
The smell made people puke, it really was the worst.
There was instant panic, which caused Pete to make another mistake
he then knocked over more stink bombs - a disaster as bad as an earthquake.
With all windows and doors sealed shut, there really was no escape
until Superman arrived, wearing his pants on his tights and his cape.
Superman burned a hole, with his heat vision, so the workers could be free
However, Superman made an error that nobody could foresee.
His heat vision caused some explosive material to combust
The factory then exploded, which caused a massive windful gust.
The stink bomb mushroom cloud then blew across the land
The Army were called in - so they could take command.
The Army plugged in a load of fans and blew the cloud across the sea
Poor Pete was vilified in the press, but he's still a friend to me.
When I'm with Pete now, he's not allowed to drink
cos I don't want to live through another Apocalyptic stink.
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Inspired by "July Morning Blog: Subliminal Plagiarism"
Thank you very much :)
06.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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Nobody does something for nothing
Everybody expects something in return
If he doesn’t receive the prize, he will snatch the land
If he gives you something, he quickly extends his left hand
To grab or pilfer something in return
It’s dark, please turn on the lantern
An eye for an eye, an eye for a nose
To tell the truth, my friends, nobody knows
What the heck is going on
Piracy is a fantastic weapon
No prize, no land
No money, no band
No oil, no freedom
No fun, no gum
No kiss, no honey
No hugs, no money
Everybody wants something in return
It’s nighttime, please light the lantern.
Copyright © January 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Alice in the real world
Is all about Alice
Alice before Anotherland
She was just Alice
Alice in the real world
And Alice was
Just a little girl
She had big brown eyes
That could capture all
But Alice was afraid
Of what she saw
Monsters and Goblins
Mean, hateful things
Murders and evils
Mankind could bring
Alice was afraid
Of what she saw in man
So Alice took off
She ran and she ran
So fast she went
That she did not know
The car that would hit her
Would leave her
By the side of the road
Alice in Anotherland
Dreaming of a betterland
Just a little girl
Who could not understand
Shes in another place
A world without wrongs
Having tea with rabbits
Singing hatter songs
I was playing near a college town,
people pay money to hear my jokes,
when back-clad fools charged upon stage,
at first I thought it was a hoax.
Then they said my jokes about dating
were ‘Patriarchal Misogyny,’
everyone’s good time was ruined
by those god damned NPCs.
A few days later, when online,
I posted about a new book
written by my favorite author,
figured that it was worth a look.
But outrage mobs went barking mad
over his fun in younger days,
what that had to do with his ideas
they did not bother to say.
The next week an actor friend of mine
told me he’d gone out with this girl,
she’d taken him home and the sex
had rocked his entire world.
But my friend had just broken big,
and feminists convinced his date
that she could ‘win one for the team,’
so she accused him of rape!
When he showed the texts she sent before,
some claim that he ‘hated women,’
as if being good means sitting back
and just watching your career end.
None care about his innocence,
the media still pimped her tale,
even if he were no rapist
he was guilty of being male.
Tired of all this crazed nonsense
I searched for my favorite pod-cast,
didn’t always agree with the host,
but his interviews were a blast.
Yet the website had booted him,
they weren’t fond of non-leftist thought,
to be popular with ‘outside’ views
broke their Truth Council's latest laws.
Then came my dear cousin’s wedding,
which my activist sister deplored,
she growled,”Marriage is such a lie,
they will know nothing but divorce.
It’s always rape when with a woman
a sex-hungry man does lay,
some day she’ll realize her mistake,
hopefully it will not be too late.”
Realizing why we didn’t talk,
I gratefully caught a jet home,
and saw they were building something
in the big lot next to my own.
It was a hideous, iron blob,
and when I pointed this fact out,
the architect screamed,”Philistine!”
then proceeded to holler and pout...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
There are some great people
Who treat you as their own pupil
Until you confront a trouble
some great persons are there
All the euphoric events they share
After fathoming your agony, don't they dare care
There are some great minds
To hear your happy verses they incline
And when you lament, they abruptly decline
By embracing you, they make you ween they are gem
And desperately shove off, when you need them
Not even the almighty can predict their traits
But the time could rip up the masks tight
And when you perceive them and try to dodge
Ungrateful person you are, they accord a badge
When time unveils these personalities
Be thankful that it also retrieved your ability
Having discerning true faces of those great peep
Be thankful that you are able to know them deep
Hard considerations for the future of mankind
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind
A card that invokes incantations as they question the lucidity of her mind
A lenient life sentence to constantly wonder through philosophical terrain
The convenient repentance of a man who stands by greed to gain
As expedient incentives are formed to stop the poor from expressing their pain
The ingredients for inventive warns creatives to endure the weight of constant strain
Contemplations of Shakespeare Goethe, Baudelaire and the weight of my conscience
Concentration camps that are now there in full view and they dare to call it nonsense
Salutations reserved for the configurations of the absurd at the next NATO conference
Conflagrations of callous imitations create the mystery surrounding the inference
As fortunate fictitious narratives headline the cheapened world of truth
The ornament of original design distracts me from lamenting my youth
Apportionment indicates politicians should resign amidst this carnival of the uncouth
At the tournament of malaise and refine there’s no winners unless you’re a sleuth
Propositions that reduce visions of possible elevation to rubble amidst all the splendour
Inquisitions of the most formal revelation as you walk past the local street vendor
Tacticians of emotional stagnation imbued in all that you deplore and render
Submissions and overt culminations of all that you wish to ignore like the very last Big Spender
Reverting back to the hopeful realms of redemption and beauty and refine and a can of mace
Converting over to Islam as a Christian ponders prevention of the dissemination of an entire race
Disconcerting as an innocence is forming in the intentions and warning in the lines of her softening face
Introverting the pretension and reflection as we reach to the heavens for grace
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2025
hey ho
does an octopus know
how to juggle with eight cups and saucers
and the fish watching him
while the elephants swim
then he juggles with a turtle and tortoise
then ho hey
does the octopus say
I can do this all day round in circles
but an ache in my arm
in my arm, in my arm
and so on through all eight tentacles
so hey ho
let the octopus go
to bed nice and early with honey
to rest and recline
for a considerable time
so he doesn’t feel worn out and funny
ho hey
and a new octopus day
refreshed and all ready to juggle
so with cups and with saucers
a turtle and tortoise
but the elephant’s splash makes him struggle
hey hey
that’s not fair that’s not fair
so the octopus went somewhere quieter
where he practised a lot
and a lot more than not
and so now he’s a pro entertainer
I met a Megalodon who beckoned
“Welcome to the herd!”
I heard this lot was wily but
to me this sounds absurd
Undeterred I approached
the powers that be
to see if it were true
But the powers that be
were absent without leave
leaving me nothing
left to do
(except to …)
kick this can on
down the road
since no one’s left
to carry that load
(In the meantime …)
Some docile fool’s
touting fossil fuels
to a group of
solar-paneled minds
While his fearless peer
is stoking the fear
of the biomass hive mind
(touting ...)
“Fossil fuels are plentiful
can be found easily
Natural gas is very efficient
when generating electricity
and so on and so forth …”
(stoking …)
“Biomass energy is reliable
helps to reduce waste
But also expensive
requires lots of space
and more of the same
also and others…”
When both groups
could no longer
suffer the ranting
all in unison
began their chanting:
“Good riddance!
Good riddance!
Leave them both to jostle
with that colossal,
wily, beckoning
Megalodon …”
“Welcome to the herd!”
The crazier it gets, the less sad it seems. No need to dream about houseboats on rivers so blue, the windmill and standstills of a heart that was true. Down here to nowhere with all this time on your hands. Don’t plan it through the heart ache, says plenty, says so. No seashore, no pebbles please. The sand and the foam, the little we know of echoes alone. It’s so bad the seasons sigh and trues just on cue. All about and left without somebody like you. So Up the Chin, just dig in, It’s a crazy cold world. So, warm your hands on all He plans, the stay faithful stalls time. The line is in a song, with a crazy cool mine!