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"Short Poem Competition Part Trois"

DiscoDexy wrote:
> By rights, Azul should start a new one...
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Ok then.

The topic is Telephone Number.
I expect highly pretentious entries - this is poetry after all.

Googogogo.

mattributé wrote:
> a poem about the presumptions one makes about the tablecloth

The title alone is winning.

cut from the right cloth

In life, my friend
there are judgements made
judgements beyond your comprehension
made before you're even out
of your mothers womb
or machine, as maybe the case.

me and you,
we're so alike
both out of place
in the wrong time
used, stood on, split on
but that's what we're there for,
right?

Yellow
such a fitting colour
as subtle as a head on collision
with a bus
Just like me, discriminated against,
held back,
kept in the closet
for far too long

Come to me,
yellow tablecloth
do not be ashamed to let your pretty patterns fly
forget the world of pain and sorrow
think only of tommorrow
my only friend.

Stupid Fathed "Oh Yellow tablecloth"

Oh Yellow tablecloth
why do you taunt me?
why is it that you haunt me?
I only spilt my dinner on you.


Oh Yellow tablecloth
why do you hate me?
I only ate you.
you tasted bad.


Oh Yellow tablecloth
i only spilt my dinner on you
but when i did a poo
there you were saying hell-ooo


Oh stupid Yellow tablecloth in my loo
I only wanted to do a normal poo
But there he is looking so bright
right after I did a sh!te

Hey yellow table cloth, where you run to now?
Miss you, since they found you out
I've been waiting such a long time, for your yellowwwwwww

Hey now, table cloth, I've been here
My darling little blue

I've been waiting such a long time, for your love

Just stay with me, this velvet morning
Just stay with me for a while.





I call this a medley of Blue, Yellow Tablecloth and my genius.

a poem about sub-urban cultue in central london and the effects it has on the human brain and interaction with animals

OMG WTF
STFU NOB
U SUK
I NO M8

I AV G2G
FOR MI T
M8

MI MAM
AZ BORT
A NU TBLCLTH
YELO M8

OMG WTF
IT SUX
I MEEN
IT MAYKS ME PUKE

Blood trickles down my wrist,
I'm soon about to die,
Why should I resist?
Oh why oh why oh why?

Sombre is the mood,
Morbid is the air,
I wish I could meet Ruud,
Van Nistelrooy.

I broke the rhyming pattern,
Do you dare to care?
I may be dying shortly,
I have no need for hair.

I rip my hair right out,
And put it deep inside,
This yellow tablecloth,
Where all my thoughts can hide.

Why did I commit this crime?
I struggle to really remember,
I think I've changed my mind,
On this cold morn in December.

I put the blood back into my veins,
Put my hair back where it belongs,
My life returns to whence it came,
Like this black and lacy thong.

And as for you, my friend?
My yellow tablecloth?
I will use you to the end,
To act out the BATTLE OF HOTH.

FINNAR.

a poem about the presumptions one makes about the tablecloth

If I said to you
'Yellow Tablecloth'
you may smack me
upon the face

But what would you think?
what would you see?
how would you dance?
how could you be?

polythene
blatant
not subtle or stylish

You're all
a bunch
of table-clothists.

it's not the table cloth
that is yellow
it's the table
the table cloth
is trasparent

A poem inspired by modern society...

I am a cotton bug,
Alone within this rug,
No friends I have, no love to give,
Why do I go to survive and live?
I'm bored of my life,
It no longer matters,
As I get older,
I get fatter and fatter,
I wish I could move,
Fly high like a moth,
I'd swap this rug tomorrow,
For a yellow tablecloth.

END.

I once sat and wondered
under the old oak tree
of your life,
blood on my hands
'Oh theodore,
you are the most
attractive man'

Then the yellow tablecloth suffocated me.