The final prompt for GloPoWriMo for 2017, and one which will enable me (after frantic catching-up) to qualify as having written 30 poems in 30 days, is to ‘write a poem about something that happens again and again’:
This poem should not be about,
I think it quite safe to declare,
The taking of one’s false teeth out
Or brushing of one’s hair.
For greater depth, perhaps It should
Go in for political stuff,
Like voting-in for greed, not good,
Those who can’t get enough.
Or else, religions that crop up
With those saying that theirs is right,
And that all others sell a pup,
And all such, one should fight.
Or scientists who theories claim
Are proven without any doubt,
Until someone some new ones frame.
And throws those old ones out.
Like ones who species must rename
Because of a difference slight,
And cause those who deserve the fame
To vanish out of sight.
Or those who mega-bucks will rake
From being on stage or in sport,
While folk who some real difference make
Get nothing of the sort.
Or history that repeats itself,
And people who then will declare.
‘No more such things come off the shelf!’
(Until that shelf’s next bare!)
I’m assuming that most of the things you mention aren’t worth a hill of beans, let alone a can?
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They can not even produce a beanstalk as a handy route to a rich giant. (As an aside, I notice the can seems to have taken over from the tin of my youth.)
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I’m not partial to the saying so I went for the US usage as sufficiently distancing. (And I’ve no idea which came first, the hill or the tin-can, and if there’s any significant difference between them.)
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Brilliant as always.
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I was tending to repeat myself a bit here, though. I have said something like most of it before.
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And when I saw your visuals I soooooo thought your poem was going to be an ode to this scene from Blazing Saddles: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPIP9KXdmO0
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*admiration* And they managed it just on the beans without any sodas!
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