Long Roald Poems

Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears...

of diverse and sundry sizes engaged 
in woebegone wild rumpus
as a last hoorah 
for diversity, equity and inclusion,
whose somber bowed heads
(hide their snickers
just a kiss away)
their backsides mimicked 
tufted heavenly...

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Lemme regale you with splendid and fabulous exuberance

Despite being an amateur
paperback writer wannabe,
whose storied protagonist
stars colporteur wannabe
(thinly veiled cover as yours truly),
whereby his antagonistic doppelgänger
donned as a frotteur trumpeting
animalistic, chauvinistic, egoistic,
averse to gradualistic, individualistic...
narcissistic, opportunistic...

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What's it like travelling in cold,
you think you know but do you know,
the white lands set before your eyes,
sweet summer sun shines up in sky,
I'm Mr Roald trying strong winds,

Burning my face I never knew,
in...

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Erster am Südpol
Geheimer Wettlauf mit Scott
Im ewigen Eis

Auf Rettungsflug für Nobile
Verschollen im Eismeer 

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First at the South Pole
In a secret race with Scott
In the eternal ice

On a rescue flight for Nobile
Missing over the Arctic Ocean

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Primero...

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I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.
—Groucho Marx

Adventure is just bad planning.
—Roald Amundsen

Must Be A Carnival

Lady, what did you see
advertised? Boat leaves the dock.
Your apparel, a shock. 

Going cruis’n…cruis’n...

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The publisher of Roald Dahl’s books
Thought changes should be made
To make the books “inclusive,”
But attention has been paid

With many writers speaking out
To criticize the plan
(Despite the fact that Dahl’s ideas
Made many not a fan).

An example...

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In the centre of the silence, a giant fills the space
He carries but a trumpet and a battered old suitcase
I watched with baited breath, the street was dimly lit
He puts the case upon the ground...

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Last thing before bed
And the first upon waking,
Before he gets dressed
And finds out what's been shaking,
A book is what Henry
Is glued to as tight
As a kite-flyer clings
To the string of his kite.

Right now Harry Potter's
His...

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O my dear Charlie,
How could you just forget,
Our love for chocolate,
Which was given to you as a factory.

You loved it and had magic,
To make the owner get elevated from tragic,
He was impressed and gave it...

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