fishing – metro – queen 06.12.17

london news delivered
this paper is gold plated
watching celebs & snakes slivered
ITV and metro must be congratulated.
going to highlight fishing
its a red light and not green
to shy gets dirt dishing
stand proud and pronounce your love for queen.
chocolate sharing could be lust
maybe the start of something true
i hope a reply don’t bite the dust
so sweet is a romantic breakthru.
binky deckers is treasure
don’t have this opportunity blown
metro and love is no pain close to pleasure
will play no living on my own.
queen won’t ever peg
it is a continuous circle
fishing also is simon legg
clue was freddie eddie and angela merkel.

“That, lad,” he said proudly, “was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul…a verrry commendable effort! We’ll make a gonnagle out o’ ye yet!”…

“Oh yes,” said Arthur, “I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective.”
[…]
“Oh … and er … interesting rhythmic devices too,” continued Arthur, “which seemed to counterpoint the … er … er …” He floundered.
Ford leapt to his rescue, hazarding “counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the … er …” He floundered too, but Arthur was ready again.
“… humanity of the …”
“Vogonity,” Ford hissed at him.
“Ah yes, Vogonity (sorry) of the poet’s compassionate soul,” Arthur felt he was on a home stretch now, “which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other,” (he was reaching a triumphant crescendo …) “and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into … into … er …” (… which suddenly gave out on him.) Ford leaped in with the coup de grace:
“Into whatever it was the poem was about!” he yelled.

70s Queen are in disapproval of your poetry.

Worst sequel to rock, paper, scissors ever.