I woke up around 1.30am, with a distinct awareness that my feet were cold. Maybe they'd tried to escape the duvet. Who knows? Anyhow, there I was , more awake than I should have been. My brain clicked into gear and before I knew it, I'd composed a couple of verses all about twin-tubs and twins that seemed rather fetching at that hour. For a fleeting moment, I contemplated finding a pen and paper, but the effort was too great. Come the morning, and I sat here expectantly, waiting for the poem to resurface and - Nada- Nowt- Nothing.
Then a string of words came to me... 'There's a Gurgler in my sink.' They chose me - I didn't choose them, but here is the result. Sorry.
A Plughole Poem
There's a Gurgler in my sink
and I think he wants a drink.
When I slowly shift the plug,
that is when he starts to glug
as the water's rushing down;
I do hope that he won't drown.
It can't be very nice to swallow
soapy water from a hollow
gushing, pipe so dark and gloomy
in the sink of my bathroomy.
Jinksy . . this is AWESOME! Did I say it was awesome! It made me gurgle with laughter, and quite demolished any sinking feelings I might have had.
ReplyDeleteI'll give your poetry a plug on every bog, ( Oops! Sorry - still associating with bathroomies!) - on every BLOG I visit.
Really good! I liked the twist in the peom from the 'I hope we won't drown' line.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to more.
What did you eat
ReplyDeletebefore falling off to sleep?
Was it some reckless treat
that made these thoughts leap?
Bruce -
ReplyDeleteSadly, supper's not to blame -
idiocy comes with my name!
Doctor FTSE-
ReplyDeletePlugs on bogs sounds very dodgy
but so would plugs on frogs - too squodgy!
now you've got me feeling sorry for the drain?!?!?! heee hee heeeeee
ReplyDeleteJinksy please that is just insane
ReplyDeleteOf course the stomach stirs the brain.
You didn't eat something a little spicy
that turned your thoughts a little dicey?
Bruce-
ReplyDeleteI don't need spicy - I have wit -
or maybe, I am just a nit!
(Email me and you will see
just how quick a repartee
I can give to all your rhymes.
This way is slow, plus too few lines!)
What a fun gurgle poem. Nary a gurgle in my drain but you'd run in horror at the sight of the hair clog that I removed from it yesterday.
ReplyDeleteIn the night a noisy gurgler
ReplyDeleteMight always be a belching burglar!
Keep a truncheon by your bed
To hit the Gurgler over the head!
I wish that I could say that my sleepless nights were as productive as yours!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of something Dr. Seuss would write.
ReplyDeleteRinkly Rimes -
ReplyDeleteNo thief would dare to climb my stair,
once he saw me waiting there
with wits as sharp as any knife-
he'd be too scared he'd lose his life!
Duvet, I'd pull up over my hair,
ReplyDeleteif at night, this noise I shared
with no one else to make it right,
I would simply die from fright!
Wanda -
ReplyDeleteA Gurgler’s not a fearsome beast,
Not to me, for one, at least.
He simply wants a little drink –
Though why that is I cannot think!
You're wits are working today!
ReplyDeleteMine are just waking up. I enjoyed this silliness.
Love the smile you gave me this morning!
ReplyDeleteWe can be lighthearted can't we?...and it is always most intriguing what becomes our subject matter. What fun. LOL
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I am with Cheshire Wife--my sleepless nights fail in comparison to yours.
ReplyDeleteNo apology needed!
ReplyDeleteI would attempt a bit of poem before boltin'
ReplyDeleteBut that territory's been covered by Coltin
Would that I could be half as witty
But my poems always end up just no good at all.
Suldog -
ReplyDeleteYou’re a master of insinuation –
I am full of admiration!
because of you{ a mario lanza tune} i start anew my poetry writing carreer, yes BECAUSE OF YOU and those silly littl rhymes of yours i am now on a bent toward stardom, yes on my present blog a masterpiece of an innaine effort::::::grandfather tribute which will become infamous in it's own write, yes because of you jinksy, i the ignoble enigma, will surpasse bob wit in style and in form and in content to bvecome the GREATEST OF THE GREATS,
ReplyDeleteOne never knows where and when inspiration will stream down, or gurgle up. My best moments seem to occurr at odd times too.
ReplyDeleteYay, Jinksy, you came through anyway. You can always pull out a great poem and usually so fun and it doesn't seem to take much for you to do it.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about waking up and getting an idea. I really like your words by the way.
And another email from Wanda said-
ReplyDeleteMaybe he just wants a link
to the world above the sink
Maybe that's the only reason
causin' him to do his teasin'!
I think you're sarcastic! I'm not a good poet!
ReplyDeleteBut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
I start out fantastic, but usually blow it!
And my finales usually stink like a big old dog that's been out in the rain.
I wish those kinds of words would come to me in the middle of the night. Very witty. Not everyone can laud drains so well.
ReplyDeletehaha...so bitter sweet
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