call and response

by damommza & sunovawot


I cannot be a poet
No matter what u say
For if i was a poet
I’m rhyme the day away

I’d take words like *suet*
And find some words that rhyme
Don’t think that I can’t do it
I’d just need lots of time

And then I’d be a “poet”
But none so good as you
I absolutely know it
And what I say is true


say it three times and it’s true so they say
as sure as the night time will follow the day
but you said it once and thusly I fear
your words are no more than the froth on my beer

poems make poets or vice verser it seems
they tangle and mangle and squander your dreams
poets write poems and doggerel and rhymes
but these I’m afraid are the least of their crimes

the challenge is laid down, perhaps by myself
but anything’s better than life on the shelf
give me a tail wind and I’ll play with your suet
and when I am done you can see if I blew it

not my fault

okay, i admit it, it was me that did it all
robbed the bank and shot the priest and pissed against the wall
i told the lies, i bet and lost, committed every sin
but lord it wasn’t me i swear who voted these jerks in

debra on the occasion of… and response

by sunovawot & damommza

debra on the occasion of…

the prize for getting older?
there isn’t one, I bet
another candle on the cake
is all that you will get
and that’s if you are lucky
so I hope for your sake
should they forget the candle
they don’t forget the cake

if best wishes are offered
accept them with good grace
it isn’t done to throw them
back in the wishers face
it’s not their fault you’re aging
I think that’s down to god
and blaming friends and family
will make you look quite odd

it’s not a huge disaster
no matter what they say
you’re only one day older
than you were yesterday
so take it like a trouper
for time is on your side
the fact you’re getting older
proves you haven’t died


I haven’t gotten older
I’m moving in reverse
I’ve left my 50′s far behind
and I’m none for the worse

I need glasses to see but
I needed them before
and I still have the same teeth
I did at twenty four

I have the wisdom of my years
learned what i need to know
so raise the curtain, start the band
I’m the star of my own show..

and yes..there will be CAEK! :-D :-D :-D


I know I am not perfect
though lord knows I do try
but real life keeps happening
out the corner of my eye
and sometimes I may wobble
and I think my engines shot
I know that I’m not perfect
but lord I’m all I’ve got


I dreamed a ghost and the ghost was here
with a big glass bong and a barrel of beer
so I kissed it once though I know it’s a sin
but you can’t get there if you don’t begin
then we had us a drink and a righteous hit
and discussed how the world was going to shit
but the world don’t care for the ghost and I
it keeps rolling on ‘neath a moonstruck sky
so we had us a beer and another toke
and agreed the world was a mad god’s joke

annuva burfdae song

annuva yeer haz pazd mii bai
annuva kandul on teh cayk
annuva rinkul on teh brow
hao mush mor kam wun man tayk
ayj shood hav stopd wen ai hit priem
tu let mii awlwaez bii mai besst
butt tiem dragz on adn so du ai
in faydid jeenz adn foodstaynd vezt*
ai’d murder tiem had ai teh chanse
adn leev itz corspe for bugz tu eet
butt tiem haz got teh uppahand
so ai wil walloe in mai defeet
adn poor maiseff annuva drink
adn feel mai ayjing hart neer brayk
for lief iz wot it iz mai frenz
adn ennywae, tehrez awlwaez cayk

*in TTI vezt = undashurt

laud me

laud me for i deserve it
all these years of being perfect
i can rise to any challenge
that is thrown down at my feet
with wit and wile and swagger
while those around me stagger
i haven’t ever met yet
a foe that i can’t beat
no matter what their power
come the appointed hour
with a little brain and muscle
i can compass their defeat
and though it may be boasting
if it looks like i am coasting
you only have to realise
my mastery’s complete

what fortune?

by damommza

what trick of fate, what scheme so grand
has put this cookie in to my hand
I slide it down, under my plate
and leave this place ‘fore its too late

once safely home I don’t forget
I have avoided fortune’s threat
but then I see, by my bedside
the cookie’s back, I nearly cried

just go away, I do not care
what message you have waiting here
into a bag and down the chute
your message now completely mute

back to my place, I jauntily go
and sitting, tied up with a bow
upon my sink, the cookie’s back
I grab a knife for my attack

I stab it through and break it’s shell
and push it down the sink to hell
sweat covered now and shaking bad
I hope that I’m not going mad

with windows wide, I take a breath
and think the message has met it’s death
when flying by, like crazy snow
hundreds of messages, ebb and flo


when hulking Joe Fractal came in to my life
carrying a knife, looking for strife
I took my own and I cut him

when largish Joe Fractal came in to my life
carrying a knife, looking for strife
I took my own and I cut him

when medium Joe Fractal came in to my life
carrying a knife, looking for strife
I took my own and I cut him

when little Joe Fractal came in to my life
carrying a knife, looking for strife
I took my own and I cut him

when tiny Joe Fractal…


mammy my days are so sad now
I really don’t know what to do
oh mammy he told me he loved me
and then did a runner with you


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