GOING FROM BORED TO VERSE

I spoke to some bright young things at a school in Stubbington yesterday and we got to talking about poems at one point. What can you do to polish up your poetry, we pondered? Now, I don’t claim to be a poet, but I do dabble a bit. One thing that has made me love rhyming for fun is the various silly games we used to play as a family when I was growing up – and still play in my own family now. One was changing the lyrics to well known songs. It’s something that Eddie, my hero in Dark Summer, does too. For example… here’s his alternative version of a disco classic we all know well:

First I was afraid – I was mummified

Kept feeling like I was all bandaged down my right hand side

Then I spent so many nights thinking that you look like King Kong

And I grew strong. ‘Cos that much hair on girls is wrong.

And now you’re back, from outer space;

I just walked in and found your stuffing all my cheese strings in your face.

I should have changed my stupid socks, I should have thrown you in the sea,

If I’d've known for the just one second you would scoff my Dairylea…

And so on.

It’ll brilliant fun – great for long car journeys. And it makes you work hard at your rhyming and scanning.

I know you’ve all got something like this in your heads. C’mon now! Twist those lyrics! I challenge you!

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6 Comments on "GOING FROM BORED TO VERSE"

  1. Mark Robson
    30/01/2010 at 9:24 am Permalink

    How about this from Queen: Killer Spleen

    He keeps a barbeque cook book in his little masonette
    ‘Charcoal is best’ he says, ‘It beats using coal brickettes.’
    It’s just simple chemistry for sizzling variety
    And anytime an invitation ‘Come round and dine’
    Rocket leaves and vineg’rettes well versed in etiquette
    Extr’ordinarily nice

    He cooks a killer spleen, sauted brain florentine, dynamite with some gizzard cream
    Guaranteed to blow your mind… (anytime)
    Recommended at the price Insatiable an appetite (wanna try?)

  2. Ali Sparkes
    30/01/2010 at 9:56 am Permalink

    Fabulous! Much better than the original. Am picturing Freddie with a spatula and stripey apron now…

    Keep ‘em coming, boys! (and any visiting girls – c’mn Patricia and Val!)

  3. Simon
    30/01/2010 at 11:00 am Permalink

    Let’s all sing along to Superstar by Jamelia (sorry)

    Ali keeps on taking bout (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
    How you’re trapped in here and you can’t get out (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
    You keep writing stuff on bits of paper
    The Monsters keep you later and later

    I been thinkin bout this
    You should get movin
    What keeps you in there?
    Can’t be their cookin
    I don’t really understand you
    So I got a few suggestions bout some stuff to do
    (you do, you do)

    You punch them with your fists
    Or slap their warty wrists
    Or kick them very far
    Then you could all get out and be superstars
    And buy your wives and husbands an expensive car

  4. Simon
    30/01/2010 at 1:20 pm Permalink

    Abba anyone?

    Every night and their eyes just glow
    Green and yellow look, there they go!
    You could distract them with the right music, make their ugly bodies swing
    That could be just the thing
    But what sort of music would they buy?
    Would they sing it low or maybe, high?
    Maybe a bit of rock music, might get them to whine
    Well, we have the answer here
    And you may think it queer

    But they love the Neighbours theme, old decay with a strangled scream
    The Neighbours theme, the heaving hulk eats your tambourine ohh yeah
    They can’t dance, but you can hide, escaping with most of your life
    Ooo see that ghoul with teeth of green, diggin the Neighbours Theme

  5. Simon
    30/01/2010 at 2:13 pm Permalink

    Ha haaa, Mark.

    I love, ‘Charcoal is best’ he says, ‘It beats using coal brickettes.’

    Clever clogs… Freddie would have sung it for sure.

  6. Simon MacDonald
    04/02/2010 at 9:36 pm Permalink

    Not a well-known song, Ali, but one hot off the press. Will do a song soon though…

    Internet Girl! Or is it Boy?

    I’ve been wondering this
    As I stare at my screen
    Tapping at my keyboard
    (It could do with a clean.
    There’s half a pork pie and a
    Pasty between the keys,
    If I use a toothpick,
    I might even get some of that cheese)

    But that’s just a distraction,
    A thing that’s got in the way
    Of the real quest I seek,
    Of what I wanted to say:

    Is the internet human?
    Is it boy? Girl? Can’t tell?
    Or is it non-gender specific?
    Like an amoeba (with one cell?)

    I reckon it might be neither
    MALE
    Nor
    FEMALE
    But prefers to be known as an

    EMAIL!

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