Thursday, August 11, 2011

Whirl Goes Sunbathing


Running away to catch some sun while England burns seems almost irresponsible but my skin needs the flicker of credible sunlight across its disturbing pallidity — plus there’s no way I’m walking round Brum in a hoodie while possessed by some Android-hungry feral frenzy.

This means nothing will be happening on this blog until almost the end of August — unless you, dear readers, choose otherwise.

In a ‘cat away, mice can play — hey, they can even dress up if they like’ kind of way, I’m leaving the comments trail open for samples of your teenage poetry.

Think of it like Tie A Yellow Ribbon.

A man goes to prison and emerges years later to find his sweetheart — a bearded 70s hippy — has strangled an oak tree half to death with dyed knicker elastic. What it never mentions in the original song (by Dawn*) is that the guy got sent down for rioting in San Pedro (specifically, stealing two boxes of 8-track tapes from a liquor store and, in the absence of a bona fide hoodie, inadvertently exposing himself trying to tie his underpants round his face).

* Dawn? More like The Middle Of The Afternoon On Bloody Mercury

So tie me some ribbons while I’m away.

Five contributions, and I’ll post a sample of my own teenage poetry at the start of September.

Ten contributions, and I’ll post an academic treatise on the genre.

Fifteen contributions, and I’m staying in France...

16 comments:

Scarlet Blue said...

You didn't sat that the contributions had to be from different people, did you?
Sx

Scarlet Blue said...

...I could post my Friday Flush here...
SX

Scarlet Blue said...

...er... I burnt all my teenage poetry, I am sensible like that.
Sx

Scarlet Blue said...

Why is there no Youtube of Dawn?
If I write another comment will you sing the tune instead?
Sx

Scarlet Blue said...

Well, you're going to be busy when you get back...
Sx

Job done!

Old Kitty said...

Teenage poetry?
What about us elderly?
We like wearing a hoody or three
Cos we think it makes us look pretty!

Take care
x

Scarlet Blue said...

I forgot to say: Have a nice holiday!!!
Sx

Whirlochre said...

I haven't even left yet and I'm doomed already...

Scarlet Blue said...

Ha Ha!!!
Sx

Matthew MacNish said...

Unfortunately I've nothing left from those days.

Precie said...

Ditto what Scarlet said. There are no traces left of any embarrassing teenage poetry I may or may not have written.

jjdebenedictis said...

My random word verification is impgin.

Impgin. Imp-gin I'm-pgin I'm-pg-in. I,MP=gin

My mind is now frolicking in a such a delightful playground of musings over the interpretation of "impgin" that I've forgotten my original mission, here in the comments section.

fairyhedgehog said...

I didn't write any teenage poetry. Am I the only one?

Mother (Re)produces. said...

There once was a hoodie named Whirl
With the cunning and nuts of a squirrel
He sailed off for France
In suspect circumstances
And returned with a tan and a girl.

Happy holidaying!

Prickles, I think you might be. I have actual teen poems, but they are so very, very bad, none of you deserve it.

Lola X said...

Absolutely fantastic blog!!! Glad I found it! Love it!!!

Lola x
http://lola-x.blogspot.com

jjdebenedictis said...

Not to distract from your contest, Whirl, but this contest was made for your word-massaging talents. (The prize, however, is not very y-chromosome-friendly.)

Show Me What You Got!