last night I made
a hydrogen bomb
with a small whiff
of sulphide
and a great lack
of aplomb
I used a large cabbage
and a half-dozen eggs
then I threw in a few
of my more sundry
veg dregs
four big chilis
because I’m so fire loving
into a deep casserole
away at the back
of the oven
when I ate it
well well well
I inflated
and then I grew
larger and larger
and quite animated
but it was later
while I was asleep
that I gradually realized
the sulphides
had started to leak
it was too late
to find protection
because that bomb I had made
would not bear
close inspection
and I knew
from the sulphurous smell
that it would explode
and I’d be
going to hell
I should have pleaded
I should have begged
at least I think
I should have cut back
on eggs
but it was too late
to stop my bomb
so I’ll see you in the next life
good bye good bye
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye to you
and so long
© Frank Prem, 2017
September 2017 Poem #5: a bag in a tree (no magpie)
Bye Frank … and yet I find myself thinking of those others who are bloated, filled with noxious gases and some might hope visit the afterlife. Nicely done 👍. For me J-u with what he does to his own people and with the H-bomb tests that I imagine generate local radioactive pollution, is a walking humanitarian tragedy. Is there a way to solve it? Er .. that would be an alternate reality with a few key differences …
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Hey Steve. What a pair of horrors. Alternate reality seems the only way out. Leave space for me when you write it.
Cheers.
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Yeah, will do 😉
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Too funny! Kaboom!
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Thanks Peggy. Yes, I modeled my poem bomb on a real one, but, maybe you don’t need to hear about that …
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Most apt
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Yup, I thought so. I think very low thoughts about people that do this sort of thing on my doorstep. Very low indeed.
Thanks Derrick.
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🙂
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This made ma laugh out loud! Thanks!
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You’re welcome, Anne. It seemed an appropriate response, at the time.
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Twin time bombs with trigger fingers….retreat into mind-numbing humor sounds great to me. If I just didn’t have to wake up the next morning. Oops…I just did 🙁
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Grim times need toilet humor, I think. At least, it can’t make things worse!
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