Tag Archives: humour

We are all now amateur bandits

November 21, 2020Corona, humour, poem, PoetryCovid 19, humour, lockdown, mask, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

This mask has taken
Custody of my mouth
For my own protection

Nightmarish

November 11, 2020humour, poem, Poetryhumour, nightmares, poem, poetry, wrinklesThe Cheesesellers Wife

The wrinkles on our face
lack true roots so
they grow in low carpets
or rounded cushions.
They love the damp and
reproduce using spores
that are released
while you sleep.

My First Post Using the New Block Editor

September 6, 2020humourblock editor, humour, problems, wordpressThe Cheesesellers Wife

Oh, this is how I currently feel about the block Editor. As an retired It professional I’m continuing to persevere , but GOD its a struggle if you want to put up poetry……

Biff Sock Pow

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Poetry meeting minutes

August 8, 2020humour, poem, Poetryhumour, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

The committee agrees
That poetry should be heard and not seen
The hearing impaired will be given the poem
Realised in interpretative dance in lieu
Of sign language translation.

The committee decrees
That all the stuff about whether Instagram
And Landmark poems are actually poetry
Is taking more time to sort out than expected
So it all will be on next months agenda
The chair is looking forward to being on holiday then

The committee is resolved
That rhyming shall be a crime best dealt with
By poetic justice. In fact rhythm is also suspect
As is meaning.

The Network Engineers

August 1, 2020humour, IT, Life, poem, PoetryData Networks, humour, internet, Lads poetry Project, Life, poem, poetry, workThe Cheesesellers Wife

Me and my lads in the office
We like to chat and to call
Laugh at how shiny Nicks head is
And tell Andy he’s not very tall

It’s a big open plan sort of office
With desks jammed in several rows
We laugh and we joke and we banter
And everyone shares what they know

The boss really don’t like to come here
Looks down his nose on our fun
Says our chat is inappropriate
But without us his Network won’t run

We configure, programme and monitor
Run a network no one will believe
Complex, fast and enormous
We are proud of what we achieve

Whilst fingers dance over keyboards
And engineers cable in floors
I manage them and also I love them
For the jokes they put up on the doors

So my lads and I sit in that office
If we aren’t out mending the kit
Share pictures of Katy’s new baby
And tell David he’s not very fit.

This poem is a hymn to the team of Network Engineers that I had the pleasure to manage several years ago. It was written in response to Jim Feeney’s Lads Poetry Project. His poems are a lot better than this one, here’s an excellent example :

https://stopdraggingthepanda.com/2020/07/08/rob-the-lads-poetry-project-3/

This poem is also part of the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night: https://dversepoets.com/

Where are my Coyotes?

May 3, 2020Corona, humour, poem, Poetrycorona virus, humour, lockdown, pandemic, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Other feet now tread the streets
Hooves, pads and claws
Wildness leaks into urban
But
Where are my Coyotes?

Blackbirds loudly call and cry
Rabbits hop on lawns and lanes
No jets disturb the birds of prey
Yet
Where are my Coyotes?

Sheep loiter at McDonalds
Goats skip on empty roads
Britain sees her wildlife play
But
Where are my Coyotes?

I’ve seen the pictures on the news
Coyotes in SF and LA
I’ve been good in lockdown
Haven’t I?
WHERE ARE MY COYOTES?

And the Sun is out

April 2, 2020humour, Life, poem, Poetry, springtimecorona virus, humour, lockdown, poem, poetry, spring, sunThe Cheesesellers Wife

And the Sun is out
lockdown and panic
had cut my wings
now I fly

but only around the garden

Breakfast

March 22, 2020beauty, humour, poem, Poetrybeauty, breakfast, dawn, humour, poem, poetry, skyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Today I’ve arranged to breakfast with the sky
we haven’t been talking much lately and
so need some alone time together
in her lovely blue halls cushioned with fluffy cumuli
although blue is probably not her best colour
at breakfast, she’s more into yellow and rose.
Trouble is, she gets up so early and those of us who
don’t need to rise for work tend to sleep in….

I wonder if that’s why she’s been so distant to me?

APART-IAL EXPLANATION

January 12, 2020humour, Life, poem, PoetryGuest poem, humanity, humour, Life, lou faber, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Oh this is good… from Lou Faber

an old writer and his words

It is all to often debated
what sets humans apart
the other species, and that
will not be agreed any time soon
(which a cynic would note
is one such thing itself).

Freud would claim it is only
our ego, our sense of self,
which may explain why people
are so capable of being self-
ish, and I suspect he was
certain he was wholly correct
but I would give him only partial credit.

It is far simpler than that: record
your voice, record a Sandhill
crane and play them back
and I assure you that you
will say you sound nothing
like what the recorder heard
while the crane will nervously
look all around for his unseen kin.

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Journey to the End of Pi

January 11, 2020humour, poem, Poetry, Science, science poetryhumour, mathematics, poem, poetry, science poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Numbers tumbling quasi-random
Stream past
Rippling through reality
Irrational to the end