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Poems at the picnic

Some of the poetry published in my poetic pseudonym (Davina Titwillow) during the Somewhere Else Picnic on 5 May. These items…

For two people who asked for a poem about statistics (from him) and bunnies (from her):

Bunnies and statistics

Dont mixtics.

“Means” aren’t fluffy

“standard deviations” don’t snuggle up to you
and whisper (in Bunny-ese)

“You are my God!”

For someone who wanted a poem on “the infinite nature of the universe"

Space

is terribly big

So big that everything fits

into it!

It’s not like a fridge

or a cupboard

or my fading memory

For Hannah Brassington, the maker of heavenly sandwiches, who asked for a poem about sandwiches.

Sandwiches

are like life

you get out of them

what you put into them.

Sandwiches

are like my heart

if left alone

they curl up and go dry.

For someone who could not make up her mind about what she wanted, but finally asked for a poem about indecisiveness.

Lisa - oh Lisa -

‘’what do I think
about indecisiveness?’’

How can I tell?

What can I say?

How can I persuade
the delphic oracle
to speak

How can I pray

for revelation, for prophecy-

How can you seek

the answers to these questions from me?

For someone who wanted a poem about deserts. I asked her if she wanted anything more, but no, she said, just deserts.

Just deserts-

always get their just desserts.

They have no friends

And are lonely even at weekends.

Weep for them!

Your tears may allow

one desert bloom to flow-
er.

For someone who wanted a poem on the Labour Party’s election defeat.

Their faces were red

Their spirits drooped

while the Tories whooped.

They limped home

with a bitter taste

the rank saliva of defeat

anointing their teeth.

They looked into each others’ faces

And saw the skull beneath.

For someone who wanted a poem to celebrate the life of a much loved dog, now dying of cancer

...To a beloved life partner Archie (the boxer dog)

When you looked into my eyes

I saw such love there

When I took you to the vet

I felt such trust there

While you live,

in my heart,

I have such gain there,

And when at last

we have to part

I will feel such pain there.

Something on Communism.

Marx

had some larks

But Lenin

was more unbendin’.

On exams.

Revising for exams

is part of life’s plan,

but lying in the sun

is far more fun.

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Rory, the poems were great, I think it was one of the best picnic attractions. I particurarly cherish mine, the ‘indecisiveness’ one, just to the point! Good job!

Posted by Lisa

Rory Allen