Mr Gobby Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 I am a pleb I beat a drum I found myself at Wimbledon Being a thicket Without a ticket I paid nearly double For the Mens' Doubles Final [a lotta trouble] The seats were empty I was shocked Room there was plenty The doors weren't locked The wealthy The priviledged The famous weren't there I did not care Is that the kind of stuff? Something that tells you how I feel? My pain in every pore. I sweated blood over that one. Don't tell me about rhymming patterns! My art is laid bare as if in a window for all to see. Gone for a Burton. I've already lost two ears in the cause of art. The horror ...................... the horror of art. And you who mock me ........... oh, ye of little faith. If it weren't for my crayons there'd be no comfort in this world. That and suduko. Ah!,yes the simple things that make life worth living for.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Gobby Posted July 16, 2012 Share Posted July 16, 2012 Mod's what happened to the latter part of this thread.The good bit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owethemnowt Posted July 16, 2012 Author Share Posted July 16, 2012 Your what's happened to it. PG tips applied. Do you take sugar? Does he? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Blanco Posted July 17, 2012 Share Posted July 17, 2012 Mod's what happened to the latter part of this thread.The good bit. Hello Mr Gobby, We've had some complaints from other members, regarding the nature of recent comments. I decided that Owethemnowt's comments on this thread had crossed a line of bad taste and have temporarily hidden the sequence of bickering/witty banter. We have referred some of the comments to the forum administrators and will bow to their judgement and reinstate if necessary. Cheers Ron Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ron Blanco Posted July 17, 2012 Share Posted July 17, 2012 I am a pleb I beat a drum I found myself at Wimbledon Being a thicket Without a ticket I paid nearly double For the Mens' Doubles Final [a lotta trouble] The seats were empty I was shocked Room there was plenty The doors weren't locked The wealthy The priviledged The famous weren't there I did not care Is that the kind of stuff? Not really, I was thinking that it might have been an opportunity to make a statement about the elitist nature of sporting events like Wimbledon. Having said that, your poem does have its moments e.g. "Being a thicket, without a ticket" has some comic potential. Well done for having a go, though. Some of the poets on here make it look easy, but I know from my own feeble attempts that it isn't. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr Gobby Posted July 17, 2012 Share Posted July 17, 2012 Hello Mr Gobby, We've had some complaints from other members, regarding the nature of recent comments. I decided that Owethemnowt's comments on this thread had crossed a line of bad taste and have temporarily hidden the sequence of bickering/witty banter. We have referred some of the comments to the forum administrators and will bow to their judgement and reinstate if necessary. Cheers Ron Ron . Thank's for your response.Perhaps it should be abolished to the forum rubbish bin and left there . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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