Ian! I know what your problem is!

Ian! I know what your problem is!

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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A lot of Monty Python nonsense sorry!

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Did the small yes
find the big no
on the straight face
during the great divide
of the sexes?
Who cares!
Did thirsty moments
quench naughty thoughts?
My throat is still dry.
Was Humpty Dumpty
really an egg or
just one big, bald chicken?
Alopecia anyone?
What ever happened to
Simple Simon says?
A simple mind enjoys
simple thoughts,
and a nice clear wine!
What do you call a magician
who has lost his magic?
Ian!
Bloody Ian!
Hands up in the air
and no tricks!
This is a stitch up!
Another poem
about nothing except
for Ian who
lost his magic
with a lot of
Monty Python nonsense.
And now placing
a finger on the pulse
I will save this.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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I never watched any Monty Python, but I gather that humor is similar to Mad Magazine, which seems to be the "period" equivalent in the USA, which I did read & laugh at often. Your poem with it's humorous twists & turns, it reminds me how many people have lost their sense of humor these days. It's not possible to use satire or sarcasm in online comments, first off becuz most people won't realize you're trying to be funny, so they'll group-mob you with hostility . . . and if not that, then possibly the Facebook police might arrest you & put you in quarantine for a month due to misreading of one's perverse humorous inclinations. In short, beware when dabbling in twisted humor of any kind! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


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It was at the right time MP and a head of its time breaking all the establishment rules and very cle.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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