The dirty truth about, er, garbage (in verse)

Think you know what happens to garbage (rubbish) in our so-called civilised countries? Do we really know the truth? And should we write some poetry about it? (Here’s mine…)

HTWB garbage poem 2017

Does it really get recycled all in one hit? Or are we being fed some more utter bull sh*t?

GARBAGE

Political correctness now spreads right into the rubbish
(Or garbage if you live towards the west of the Atlantic)
So much as we continue to throw out the normal bullsh*t
We’re leaned upon to file our crap in detail that’s just frantic. [Read more…]

Why yummy makes me want to vommy

Are there any words that you absolutely hate the sound of, for no proper reason? Here’s one of mine from #Mischieverse … enjoy.

HTWB tongue 2

YUMMY

There is a word that makes me cringe
And feel I want to vommy
I know I really shouldn’t whinge
But that damned word is “yummy.” [Read more…]

Guaranteed to put you off crap TV this Holidays…

If you’re planning to wrap up warm (well, maybe not if you’re in Australia) and watch crappy reality TV shows all over the Holidays, read this. You’ll be switching to Netflix in nanoseconds.

Funny poem about reality TV from Mischieverse

Yes, even in Algeria. Curried desert rats perhaps?

REALITY TV

Dontchya love reality
When it’s expressed on your TV?
Nothing like folks’ dirty clothes
And stinky socks or filthy hose…
…to make you laugh and smile and puke
And giggle, snort without rebuke
All safely shut away inside
Your television’s plastic hide.

Watch those stars eat bugs and snakes
Stuffing down what nature makes… [Read more…]

The Body Building Brainf*rt

If you are, or know someone who is, a body builder, this little poem will make you laugh (and think twice before reaching for the steroids.) Cheers to you, Muscles…

Body building funny poem

Were you just a skinny w*nker after whom no-one would hanker?

BODY BUILDING

Pumpy, pumpy, pumpy pump
Body building’s such a hump
Grow your muscles giant size
Let your ego aggrandise. [Read more…]

Good Thanksgiving feast, was it? If not, read on…

A rather rude poem for Holiday “chefs” in the USA who, post-Thanksgiving, are now all cooked out. Bon appétit, if you can face it…

Funny rude poem about Thanksgiving by Suzan St Maur

THANKSGIVING AFTERMATH

Thanksgiving is over
The turkey is done
Dismembered, digested
And perfectly spun…

…into many waste products
Down sewers and sinks
In unmentionable forms
With unmentionable stinks. [Read more…]

Caesar Salad. And don’t forget proper anchovies…

Whether you love or hate Caesar Salad, it’s popular enough – and ruined often enough by restaurants – to merit a slightly rude poem all about it. Bon appétit.

Funny rude poem about caesar salad by Suzan St MaurCAESAR SALAD

Caesar Salad, that’s my joy – a culinary homily
Repeated in Brit gastropubs with regular monotony
And Stateside served in volumes big enough to feed a family
But, for me, it’s an excuse for sheer and bloody gluttony.

Now, God help the commis chef who forgets about anchovies
And not those boring pseudo fresh jobs, thank you very mucho [Read more…]

css.php