The wrongness of Jim Morrison's 'poetry' Vol. 1
 

You could have left it at "The wrongness of Jim Morrison"

My poetry's better than that. Marginally.

I've adapted this one for Kitty's benefit, Pookie.

Kitty had a little duck
Who didn't have much hair,
All that Kitty's ducky had
Was feathers everywhere.

She took him to the barber's
To get a little trim,
The barber he just took one look
And said "I can't do him".

Ducky wanted spiky hair
He wanted to be punk
Instead he had a bald patch
And he looked like a monk.

Ducky got a crew cut
But he did not like that,
He thought that it looked silly,
So now he wears a hat!

If she likes that one, I have more. One about a one-legged duck and one about a duck's trip to the seaside.

Here Spookie.I dedicate this to you honey:

POWER

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am

No, mine is definitely better.

Of course.

Power is a Jim Morrison masterpiece.hehe

You're just making them up now Porky.

And sonicl, you just need an illustrator & you're in business doing children's books.

in my deepest inner mind
^The worst use of the english language that i've read in a while.

No question.

what do you mean Spookie?

Are you sure spookie man?
http://www.huddersfield1.co.uk/poetr...isonpoetry.htm

I have considered it, but my muse left me after three poems.

Kitty loved the poem (sonicl's, not Jim Morrison's), but I had to explain punk, monk and crew cut. It's all a learning experience.

I also had to do all the actions with her toy duck. Oh parenthood.

Oh and I need to spread more etc before I can thingy sonicl again.

Oh and Kitty says, can she have another poem please?

Oh, stop taking me so literally, porky?

Did you explain to her that daddy was a punk once?

Kitty had a little duck
Who only had one leg
And always toppled over
When she tried to lay an egg.

Kitty put a clothes peg
Where the other leg should be
Now she is a happy duck,
Dancing merrily.

Kitty called her Peggy
Which is a lovely name
For a happy little duck
Who is no longer lame.

Peggy went down to the shops
To buy Kitty a gift
The gifts were on the second floor
So Peggy took the lift.

She bought Kitty some badges
To pin upon her coats
Then she went down to the river
To play among the boats.

Peggy met a little drake
Who said his name was Barry
And peggy fell in love with him
And now they're going to marry.

They will have little ducklings
Called Mary, Tom and Dan
And they'll love their friend Kitty
As much as any duckling can.

So that's the little story
Of Kitty and her duck
And how one act of kindness
Brought them both lots of luck.

OK SPOOKIE?

I think that's beautiful...

Jimbo's or mine?

sonicl's of course.

I've not heard Kitty laugh so much since she hurt her leg. And she enjoyed sonicl's poetry too. Ha ha :D

And I've yet to break it to her that I was a punk once. It's like telling a child they're adopted, you've got to wait for the right moment.

And so you know what it's like having a toddler, she now wants a poem about a bee please.

Wait,this deserves a poll.

I've saved the best until last.

Kitty had a little duck
Who liked to watch the telly
He liked to watch the evening news
While eating purple jelly

He liked to watch the weather man
And if it wouldn't rain
He'd go down to the seaside
He'd go there on the train.

He take a little bucket
And he'd take a little spade
A tuna mayo sandwich
And a can of lemonade.

He'd take a pair of swimming trunks
For swimming in the sea
He wouldn't go in very far
Only to his knee

He'd build a little sand castle
A flag upon the top
Then he'd sit down in a deckchair
And drink his fizzy pop.

He'd go upon the dodgems
At the end of the pier
His wings were only little
So he'd use his beak to steer.

He'd go up to the fish shop
To get some fish and chips
He liked to have a special meal
On his special trips.

And when his day was over
He'd go home on the train
And tell of all the fun he'd had
When he got home again.


This one actually has a little tune so it can be sung. I was going to get a microphone and record it for my mix tape, but I got stage fright.

Jim Morrison=Sophmoric Asshole

Is that the best you can do?
That poem is so ordinary and it rhymes too. Good god! :o
I hope you're joking.

You should be careful about saying things like that. I have my fans, and they are not afraid to give negative reputation.

Be my guest.
Reps are bullshit anyway, just like that poem.
Pathetic!

Edit: You're lucky I don't strip you clean for that sort of rubbish!

Byron has just spoken.

Mr wrongness himself!

I'm not sure whether I'm supposed to be taking you seriously or not Tokolosh, but on the assumption that I am, do you have some sort of problem with fun and light humour?

Not is it's pretentious.

I will admit that my poetry is guilty of pretence. The pretence being that ducks can do and enjoy all the things that humans can and experience human emotions. But I see no wrong in that if it makes the little children happy.

Good going! Ego-check these maniacs, Tokolosh.

Morrison was a brilliant performer.

why was morrisons poetry bad? i need more rational and thoughtful reasoning not just sledging.

Sledging is fine by me when it comes to Morrison's garbage.

A message from my daughter: "Twat"

It just seems that Pookie's daughter has a better sense of humor and better taste than some people.And that's the way it should be.Children always speak their mind therefore spookie read her a Jim Morrison poem and report back,please.