Short Vindaloo Poems
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Wildlife 13
An athletic young frog from Biarritz,
Could swim just as fast as Mark Spitz,
He would eat soup and stew,
But not Vindaloo,
For he found that it gave him the squits!!
I devoured a really hot curry
Then I dashed to the loo in a hurry
I filled the loo bowl
With sheets of bog roll
Fiery vindaloo sure made me scurry!
Fictional write
08~06~16
For yer supper, vindaloo,
hop to the music doing a poo,
toilets are crowded, yer tummy is mush,
bang the doors and plead with 'em, 'Rush.'
Drop yer pants and let it go,
paper's all gone (but yet you don't know),
fearing the soap is now missing too, yes?
Well, jus' saying...You're in a mess!
i dont feel well at all today
i think ive got the flu
the sweat is pouring out of me
like ive had a vindaloo
its minus three degrees outside
the frost is on the ground
but i am burning up and now
my head is spinning round
the pins and needles in my arm
are shooting down my side
and now im going dizzy
like im on a fairground ride
a crushing pain is in my chest
my breathings getting slack
i cant beleive i chose today
to have a heart attack
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When I let one loose in the elevator
It wasn't a squeak but more of a roar
The night before I'd had a hot vindaloo
My guts were churning and out one flew.
Thankfully I was alone until floor three
Then six girls got in and stood by me
Guts churned again ; I tried to clench cheek
The door then closed and boy did it reek.
Written 1st August 2021.
For When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Charles Messini.
Cheque please
You are better than me,
You are quicker than me,
You are more intelligent than me,
Or is it I? See?
I am worse than you at everything that I do.
I want a vindaloo, but it is three in the morning,
And when I should be snoring, I am wide awake.
Filling another book, look.
It’s twenty something or other;
Lost count now. Onto another.
Give this one away, can’t be bothered to write it.
Poetry is easy.
Life is in bits.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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