I was given a ‘write a new poem a day for 8 days’ challenge the other day. I was to write the poem and then invite another poet I know to take part in the challenge too. A new poem and another new poet to invite. I thought about it, a fair bit actually, and began writing my first poem. Then I thought about it some more, and about what I had planned for the next eight days, and decided not to do it.
I had a fair bit planned for the next week or so, and while I certainly was expecting to write some new poetry, I didn’t want the fuss and bother of posting it to Facebook, and thinking about who might be the poets I would invite to take part.
Some people love these challenges, other loathe them, others are in between – love them sometimes, and hate them other times. I’m a bit like that. So anyway, I have actually written two new poems these past couple of days. The first one didn’t thrill me, so I gave up on it for now. The other one though, the other one I actually like quite a bit.
Being a writer of any kind, you are your own first critic, and when you love a new piece of work, it can feel strange, especially if you usually can see all of the flaws in your work and are more likely not to like it, than like it. This new poem though, I can see only good things in it, at the moment.
I’m planning to read this new poem at a poetry event I’m attending next Sunday, and I hope the poem gets a good reaction from the audience, with lots of smiles, if not open laughter. This poem talks about a possible comedy act, and doing a comedy act has been something I’ve thought I’d like to do some time. I just don’t know if I can do that, whether I’m funny enough for it, and so on.
Anyway, here is that poem:
Speaking of Tools …
Job done, and done well
At least as far as I can tell
Two hand rails, to help if needed
Not right now, but previous times heeded
I’m very impressed with this man’s work
Got on with the job, didn’t shirk
One thing though after he’d gone
A tool left behind, silly, John!
This device is one I don’t require
Do it yourself? I don’t aspire
To do it myself, I’d rather pay
And get a better job done, that way
But this tool could work in a comedy act
I’m thinking now, as a matter of fact.
Comic talk of older lasses
Planning on catching tight young asses.
Those football playing younger chaps
Looking for ‘an experienced lady’ perhaps?
Mismatch you think? Maybe not
Those sheilas really know what’s what!
My comedy act, will concentrate
On older women, on the prowl, out late
Wanting to catch a fine young beau
To train in the arts of … well, you know!
So the yellow tool that man left behind
Will be great for the act I have in mind –
“Desperate woman wanting a ‘grinder'”
Just what they need, their own stud finder!
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Tell me what you think, do you think it’s funny? I do, and I’ll do my best to ‘perform’ the poem, rather than simply read out the words, with expressions, and hand movements. Hmm, I’d better print it out and get practicing!
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 