(based on suggestions from @eglantinescake, Allysha, @jellyjellyfish, @matchtrick and Mark)
There is our boy! He left for a while
Is he gone to another school style?
Missed a file that couldn’t attach him
Shorty said he looks like Chaplin
The boot and booty combine. That’s fine
Extra points for including a trunk
Running to Bunnings, bring the pine funk
No one can escape if we follow your track
Extra defense against dark arts, we tweet your back.
It’s easier than weaning a teen off
Social media, speedier than stitching tacks
Backs and fronts put together, frakkin elephants
Ack, it’s irrelevant, unless it makes you laugh
Clings to a poem draft with the new raft of
Kickarse words, it’s no easy trick to play in the Blackbirds
We’ll sing us along with herds of swords
End up with new chords for broken wings
Mind-sharks follow us into the dark, like/unlike/love
I never let us vanish without a push to shove
Send it above with full best wishes
Samples of winning dishes, provisions for
Endless trips to our homepage below
Don’t ever think there’s valid reason to go.
Yes, we’re all a minority of one. Still making fun of each
Other, we’re schools of fishes pooling our faith in pictures
Underpinned puns against bed-time chimes; kept alive in rhymes.
Today's poem is based on suggestions from five peeps:
- @eglantinescake: "Write a poem about teenagers and social media."
- Allysha: "Kurt singing Blackbird on Glee"
- @jellyjellyfish: "Sharks"
- @matchtrick: "If your poem could help me with my possibly dreamt #trunkbummingelephant too, I'd be appreciative."
- Mark: "because I am not in a minority, I can't make fun of anyone."
Today's poem is for friends who disappear, and then come back to us. And if they don't come back quickly, rest assured we will hound them like a pack of hounds. They are missed.