I’m A Poet (And Now I Know It)

The theme for the Metro 2003 Poetry On The Buses 2003 project is “Lost and Found,” and a poem I wrote is included.

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8 comments.

  1. congrats! that is sweet. maybe one day i poem i write will be included on something cool like a box of cereal or something

  2. not as bad as the late great William McGonagall but a good start none the less

    Welcome! thrice welcome! to the year 1893,
    For it is the year that I intend to leave Dundee,
    Owing to the treatment I receive,
    Which does my heart sadly grieve.
    Every morning when I go out
    The ignorant rabble they do shout
    ‘There goes Mad McGonagall’
    In derisive shouts, as loud as they can bawl,
    And lifts stones and snowballs, throws them at me;
    And such actions are shameful to be heard in the City of Dundee.
    And I’m ashamed, kind Christians, to confess,
    That from the Magistrates I can get no redress.
    Therefore I have made up my mind, in the year of 1893,
    To leave the Ancient City of Dundee,
    Because the citizens and me cannot agree.
    The reason why ? – because they disrespect me,
    Which makes me feel rather discontent.
    Therefore, to leave them I am bent;
    And I will make my arrangements without delay,
    And leave Dundee some early day.

  3. Heh. I remember being that age, too. One time I asked my mom to spell the word “mideswell”. She replied, “m-i-g-h-t, a-s, w-e-l-l”. “Nooo!” I whined. “How do you spell MIDESWELL??”

  4. Thank God you returned!! Staring at the dancing banana gif for all this time was making me feel sort of strange. I mean the banana was actually trying to convince me to take a rife on a water tower and pick off all the people that are getting direct instructions from the aliens. Lord knows there are a LOT of those out in the streets these days. I would have done it too, but I am out of bullets.. and rifles and anything that makes a bang louder then a 4 year old playing with pots.

  5. That’s not a poem. Poems have to rhyme don’t they? Except for haiku. But they rhyme in Japanese I think.

    Now here’s a real poem:

    This bus smells like pee.
    So does the guy right next to me.

    I don’t know where we are.
    I wish I had my car.

    Why does everyone make a fuss
    over crappy poems on the bus?

    Or something like that.

  6. Nice to think that people in transit will be reading what you write, as well as insurance people in Ireland.

    Shoot the banana in its stupid ass.

  7. No. Don’t get it.

  8. I really like poetry a lot, i write poems myself but I don’t have a website yet. I expect to get one soon as my son will be helping me