Another step down my poetic road:
I now present to you the classic ode:
Ode to April …
Oh thou left there abandoned on the grass,
Such strain that things have come to such a pass –
Unloved, rejected, sadly there you lie
Shunned and avoided by each passer-by
Well to the side of forest beaten track,
(In fact, behind the bushes, and well back,)
But somehow all are sensing where thou be,
And they pass by there really hastily!
Yet by her fair lips hast thou once been kissed,
In passing, parts I love quite closely missed,
And fair to look upon, when in thy prime,
Reduced to brown and sticky pile of slime …
What’s this? I’ve got it wrong? Ode AM! My word!
The third of April, and not April’s turd?
(Yes, I know. I am in bad ode-er!)
© Colonialist April 2013 (WordPress)
I wonder if anyone has ever written an ode to one of these before? 😀
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I’m quite sure someone will have thought of it!
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Turding and turding in the widening gyre,
the falcon cannot hear the falconer…
What’s that?
Certainly not! I have a Col(d)
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Well what can I say, Col? 😆
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Yuck?
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Hahaha, well rhymed, Col. 😀
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I think this is hilarious! It was so eloquent and a turd!
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Thanks for the chuckle. Good one!
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Good in a very bad way?
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The Col-lexicon coming into good use again 🙂
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Yes, I continue under turd – I mean, undeterred! 🙂
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Ode to Autumn next? 😉
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Do you really think I Autumn do it? 🙂
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Ode dear,
April really has you on your ear 😉
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She does? Oh, I mean, IT does! 🙂
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You are really stuck in it at the moment…
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It would seem so!
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Rather mal-ODE-rous
(spelling excused)
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It was a simple misunderstanding, I tell you!
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😀
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Thanks for grin.
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The best I can do is that Mercer song….
The falling leaves
Drift by the window
The autumn leaves
Of red and gold
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That Kosma melody is one of my all-time favourites. I love playing it on the alto recorder.
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And here is one even more beautiful – When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze and touches with her hand the summer trees…
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I still prefer the first – but it is interesting to note the melodic and thematic similarities between the two …
Hey, I don’t know how my dreadful effort got us onto this exhalted tack!
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Good heavens! What next?
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Well, since you ask, I haven’t tried erotica yet … nah, perhaps not! 🙂
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Oh. You said erotica! First read it as Erica. But why not do an awfull rhyme, of which you are so awfully capable on both?
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The Erica erotica,
though she is not Exotica,
but you will surely find
she is of Heath-en kind!
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