Wednesday, 9 January 2013

My Beard

My beard is very strange
It's rough and coarse and itchy
With roots
Deep inside my face
I can feel it
Deep inside my face!

Washing doesn't help it
No shampoo, nor conditioner
No soap, nor body wash
Can soften this wiry wood
On my face
It's growing
On my face!

Shaving doesn't stop it
It grows back before the dawn
Ruthless barbs
Tearing through my face
Needles and knives
Tearing through my face!

There is one brief moment
Smooth of face
Not rough and scratching
Nor an agony of growth
It is the worst of all

For, in this one brief moment
I feel my hair
Deep inside my face
My beard
Coiled, living
Deep inside my face!

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Potato Chips

Golden fried, thin yet wide
Crunchy to the core
Potato soul, eat 'em whole
Flavoured to perfection
In silvered sacs, cause heart-attacks
Yet loved by nearly all
O potato chips, with or without the dips
The food of kings and beggars
O potato chips, passing through our lips
What would we not do for you

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Metapoem 1.1

This poem is pretty comic
You will like it just fine
Only problem is though
The poem isn't mine
I made Kerwin write it
He's doing it right now
I don't know what it's about
Perhaps a purple cow
He has finished it completely
Just passed it on to me
This is the second last line
We both have iced tea