Monday, December 27, 2010

Back on the Bus

Well, seeing as I'm not allowed to drive for six weeks post c-section (see last post!) I have to take the bus. And seeing as in this weather the only bus risking heading out is the Poetry Bus, I guess I need to renew my frequent travel ticket, and hop aboard!

Now, you'll have to forgive my effort this week, it's not exactly high brow, but hey, baby steps...

This weeks task is to write a poem about the worst present you ever received. See the other passengers here...

Gift

The worst present I ever got
was the one that you forgot
what am I, chucked chopped liver?
It's so hard to be a present giver?
So this Christmas it's a lump of coal
and a dark dank curse upon your soul.

11 comments:

MuseSwings said...

I'm in that "forgot your gift" club too. Love the poem that expresses the chopped liver feeling and the sweet revenge. Congratulations on your beautiful little Christmas present - sorry you had to feel like you were thrown down the chimney to deliver her! Take a comfy seat on the bus and put your feet up!

Argent said...

I LOVE this! I shall be chanting it,

Helen said...

Yes, yes ... by all means take this reclining seat, put your little feet up. We bus riders are going to pamper you a bit. For you deserve it!

Jinksy said...

Clever! But mean to curse a soul...how about simply rotting their socks instead? LOL

120 Socks said...

Your poem is inspirational! My god I could have written a gem on this theme if I'd grabbed a seat on the bus! Pite I was down with christmasitis!

Niamh B said...

Fair play for getting on board, I've missed this week's trip completely, hope the tummy's feeling better
x

Domestic Oub said...

MuseSwings, Helen - thank you for your pampering :o) It makes all the difference :o)

Argent - thanks!! It is kinda chanty, isn't it :)

Jinksy - yes, maybe went too far... not really int he Christmas spirit really.

Socks - Shame you missed it, but I suspect you were busy hosting one of the best Christmases in Dublin!

Niamh - tummy is mutinous, but is slowly being whipped into shape! All be it a rather wobbly shape.

The Dead Acorn said...

hahaha OUCH! I would imagine friends and family won't soon forget you again, now knowing the hazards of such a faux-pas.

Totalfeckineejit said...

I wouldn't mind that, we're just out of coal.Glad to see you back on de bus!

Titus said...

There is something so deliciously vindicative in this that I cannot but love it. And the dark dank curse bit. You cannot take this sort of thing seriously enough.

Domestic Oub said...

DA, TFE, Titus - I thank you for your support, without which my bile and vitriol might never have the chance to shine....