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Eat your words This forum, formerly known as Vogon poetry, has now been expanded to include all forums of literary creative expression. Please post ONLY your own work and try not to flame other users. Bad vogonesque poetry, is of course, still welcome here.

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Old 2000-08-12, 01:30
FixedNDilated FixedNDilated is offline
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Default Odes to Inanimate Objects

Ode to the Fallen Trolley


Oh, Trolley, Trolley, forgive us please
Now you lie fallen, neglected and sad
No more shall you cart goods
To

And
fro


No more
No more

ALAS!

No more.

Stolen from you habitat
Separated from your trolley siblings
No more shall you run and jump and squeal and play
No more abandon gay

Abducted
In the night in the dark
From the Tesco�s car-park
For what reason, who knows why

Oh, my sweet friend
Taken so roughly from behind
And pushed, pushed up the hill by the yellow lights
All for the purpose, the useless trick
Of making some delinquent student
So very, very motion sick

In they get�d
Feeling not for your wheels, observing not
Your orange warning
Signs

But you

Would show
Them

A push start from baying, bucking friends down
Down the hill, down down down,
Ever

down

Faster and faster, you, Trolley, would roll
Ever faster, all of your being
Aimed at the distant curb
Through steel wire eyes you view, but the student
Oblivious. To all but the windrush oblivious. Oh so very oblivious, so intensely naive
Noticing at the last minute his impending doom he tries to escape
But you have him
In your aluminium womb
He shall not escape

Oh no.
Escape he shall not

Oh, he screams. No

Because with a crash
And a smash
And a shiny silver flash
He flies
For ever, it seems
He glides

So here I lie
On my neglected metal side
Watching the passage of time and air tide
Awaiting the uniform�ed rescue men
But I do not want to leave. Not just yet
I have my treasure here
Buried under my wheels
In the dirt of the Earth
In the oil of the soil
There lie two lumps
Of bright
Which are mine

I have earnt them
They are my wage
My wage of pain
Because they are his

Front teeth


I have had my revenge
Again

Again

And again I will ride!

For anyone not from UK who doesn`t know...trolley = shopping cart Tescos = supermarket

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Old 2000-08-12, 04:32
Trippy_McGee Trippy_McGee is offline
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Default Re: Odes to Inanimate Objects

In Australia we use trolley handlebars and cigarette lighters as weapons.
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Old 2000-08-12, 08:20
winki winki is offline
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Default Re: Odes to Inanimate Objects

That was pretty helly funna!
 
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