Archive for the ‘nonsense’ Category

This is an extract of  Geoff Lemon’s poem  Thank-You for Choosing this Product which Poempig found on the current issue of the Arts Council funded on-line mag Cordite. You canfind the full version @ #mce_temp_url#  The glory of this found (mostly) poem is in seeing a lover as arriving with washing and/or other instructions. It makes you want to look for the label on your current model. This could be the cause of all your problems.

‘Drain your lover completely.washing line d.aria

Prevent exposure to sunlight.


Check for wear and damage at regular intervals.

Warning: Your lover can cause burns.

Avoid direct, prolonged contact with the skin.’

Geoff Lemon

Geoff LemonGeoff Lemon is a busy kid. He’s been running the Wordplay gigs since the start of 2007, and founded Wordplay Collective with Steve Smart in 2008. He’s currently Poetry Editor of Australia’s prettiest literary mag, harvest; and works as a music journalist for MTVBeat magazine, Citysearch, and Wireless Bollinger. His poems and stories have been published in Best AustralianStoriesBlue Dog, and Going Down Swinging, and broadcast a number of times on ABC radio.

 Geoff Lemon runs the blog poetry blog Wordplay with Steve Smart #mce_temp_url#

pic d.aria photostream: #mce_temp_url#

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The Infinite Monkey Theorem states that a monkey hitting typewriter keys at random for infinity would eventually type out  the complete works of Shakespeare. Poempig has always argued that a monkey sitting at a computer hitting the keys at random would type out a sports article in two minutes. Unfortunately, randomness and computers give poetry a very bad name. Here is an example of computer generated poetry from from endlesspoetry.com   How thrilled would your Grandma be to get this poem???????? You’ll find more atrocities @ #mce_temp_url#

Grandma Poem

see, from this counterfeit of him

candles toppling sideways in tomato cans

long has the summer sunlight shone
monkey type writer

there were three in the meadow by the brook

high-born race

a flying word from here and there
as it

for these white arms about my neck

are you awake?

once this soft turf

there is no escape by the river

by Computer as Poet

Pic: Wikipedia:#mce_temp_url#

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birds party hard every dawn

they chirp and chortle with easebird-in-tree

hangovers birds must avoid

‘cos they would fall from trees

kerry cue

clipart: Don Graham  #mce_temp_url#

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