Thanks to Gazoopi’s good taste I was made poet of the month for April.
I was listening to a nostalgia based radio program the other day (get the link?), which was basically a DJ playing lots of old records, when a song by Eddie Cantor which has been much covered by many other artists was played.
I will use this as an inspiration for the May poetry competition, so:
Spring is sprung,
The bells have rung
A young man turns to fancy
His Jane, his Jill or maybe
His well beloved Nancy
He will buy her wine and food
And maybe even coffee
Because he hopes against all hope
To end up “Making Whoopee”
So the theme of the competition is “Making Whoopee”. Any form of making whoopee will do, whatever floats your boat. Good luck. 🙂
PS Closing date Midnight BST May 31st.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Howzit FEEG, we need a closing date, thanks.
Soutie, I was assuming May 31st 🙂
Well, to start the ball rolling with a very high level of prose here goes:-
The Kids
My kids are driving me wild,
I don’t know what I should do.
The problem is with each child
It’s just a hullaballoo
Last week a frog in my bed
Last night a mouse in the sugar
Every day I try not to see red
After a ‘joke’ from at least one little bugger.
As I sit down on the couch with a start
The laughter making such a din
My husband hears only a fart
There under me is a whoopee cushin.
Gaz, are you sure it wasn’t gas? 😉
That’s quite funny Janus because I live in France and French for gas is….Gaz 🙂
Oui? 😉
FEEG, here’s a little night musing: https://charioteers.org/2014/04/30/initial-insomnia/
Thanks for a good start, Gaz and Janus. 🙂
Hi FEEG! A pome from me:
https://charioteers.org/2014/05/04/menagerie-a-trois/
Wow, thanks, Bilby
Apologies
I must admit I’d love to write
The sort of pome to win.
But things conspired, events transpired,
To make the chances slight.
It’s not the whoopee, goodness no,
That’s causing me such grief:
It’s dizziness and busyness,
That’s messing up the flow.
As I averred yesterday:
May is the month for dancing, what
They term the Morris, rolling cheeses.
May ain’t the month for scribing, not
For making whoopee, bumping kneeses. 🙂
Rainy Times
It’s raining again today
I’m feeling confined, not free
To get back into the fray
It’s time for making whoopee.
I’m bored sitting here alone,
Staring at the old oak tree,
The dog playing with his bone,
It’s time for making whoopee.
Soon the sun will show his face,
And after our morning tea,
I’ll don my clogs and race
Outside for making whoopee