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Weirdos. By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2007.
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 2:18 pm
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
weirdos
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2007. All rights reserved.- tinned cheese and macaroni
turns me inside out.
even recalling it now,
I want to throw up.
the heavy smell hit me first.
it crept through the room.
rank! stank like old, stale vomit.
lingered just the same.
then there was the look of it!
fattened, dead maggots
slopped in pale yellow liquid
that moved really slow.
the sight of it oozing made
my skin crawl. still does.
piping hot on a blue plate
on a monday night.
my mum and sister would eat
on the move and joke;
"you don't know what you're missing."
I would walk away.
they would laugh and scoff it up
with cold buttered toast.
making slurp sounds as they chewed.
God, they were weirdos...
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 11:16 am
by Catherine Edmunds
The more I read this poem, the more I want to pop down ASDA and buy a tin of macaroni. Guess that makes me one of the weirdoes...
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 2:47 pm
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
Weirdo?
Naaaaah...
I'm the weirdo. That's according to my sister earlier today when she reached for yoghurt in the supermarket and I nearly fainted. Can't stand it either...
No, it's baked beans with brown sauce and celery with pickled onions for me
...
A Follow Up To Weirdoes. By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2007.
Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 3:35 am
by Louis P. Burns aka Lugh
A Follow Up To Weirdoes
By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2007. All rights reserved.- All macaroni
should be taken out
and shot.
Or at least stretched
into spaghetti.
How dare it exist!
Oozing around in a sickly,
yellow gloop,
passed off
as cheese to the masses.
It's an outrage.
If there was a politician
I believed in. I would write to them,
asking that they got it banned.
Disgusting stuff!