Short Shillings Poems
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Extractions are cheaper than fillings
But the dentist went mad with the drillings
So alas and alack
And a bucket of plaque
It cost me two quid; forty shillings!
I carried two shillings, one for each eye,
For my love was a dying soul.
When she left I kissed her goodbye -
Covered her eyes to soften death's toll.
2-28-20
Contest: Poe Etic Verse
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Scrooge's Clerk, Bob Cratchit
Earned his paycheck, and hopes to match it
He needs to buy his Christmas dinner
But Scrooge just pinched his shillings thinner!
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For Andrea's Contest: Christmas Clarihew
12/10/14
Certainly no coward was Bob Cratchit
scrapping together fifteen shillings, a measly bit
a dear family man, meek but not bleak
putting Scrooge to shame, driving miser to seek !
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2nd Placing : Standard Contest
Dec.2025
I'm a fresh pastry made with different fillings
A plate of me will cost you a few shillings
Sometimes made with spinach and ricotta cheese
Topped with tomato sauce and fresh, green peas
It depends, my pockets are sometimes filled with salmon and cream
I am the Mediterranean dream
I am solely
The one and only Ravioli !
( a before independent Nigeria, excerpt )
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At night
He came with his family;
The whole band,
All looking somewhat tired and hungry.
Oga!
He shouted, and then a quick grin.
Month end don pass ooo,
And you promised
To pay on demand the Sum of Ten shillings’
You remember?
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
As she wanders
the streets, Sally
is ready
to discover
the beauty
in anyone
who will
let her
harvest it.
She spends
some hundred
shillings a day
to keep a grip
on reality –
two or three
bubble baths
re-connect her
to her life.
One day
she met
a man
to amuse
and also
remembered
the child.
Ever since,
Sally is herself,
accountable to
no one else.
What social distance, at sunrise?
Cheek by jowl,no surprise
No greedy cops yet on patrol
Throwing awry, infection control
Elsewhere the experts crunch the numbers
As the hungry nation slumbers
A hundred deaths amid too many feelings
Negative test results for three thousand shillings
What is true, what is false, we know not
Which book have we sought?
Wisdom, the beginning of all understanding, real
Makes conventional thinking surreal
Every ten year old needs a hustle
The cattle yards the Friday shuffle
The farmer need a sandwich for lunch
Or a horse they've got a hunch
I will run to get your dinner
Or place the bet for the sinner
It makes no difference to me
I am just hustling for a tuppenny
In the back door of bookie shop
Two Shillings I did drop
Over to the copper fiddle
For the ham off the griddle
I hand Paddy his slip and meat
A sixpence on the hustlers beat