"eggheads" poems
When Robots ruled And “The Guardian” went into liquidation
It will be a strange quiet world when robots take over
there will be no middle-class the ranting of the eggheads
in the Guardian will cease their utterings will be quaint.
At the time when robots were perfected a pill emerged on
the market made women and men infertile until they
wanted to start a family, alas, it was irreversible and it only
Takes a generation. The poor was working for the robots
picking up trash such as screws, the streets were empty
and cars were obsolete.
Some robots that had received too much learning wrote
Books to each other – as they did now- and had literary
reviews, but since each book sounded like another down
to the ****** “,” it fell out of vogue, so much academia
and no one to buy their books. At the same time as it was
discovered by the human workers that when a friendly
robot accepted a glass of beer it made a summersault, froze
and became a piece of junk leaking oil.
The fight back began the robots had not been programmed
To tolerate Alcohol, the Achilles heel, and the workers were
Jubilant waved flags
No longer should robots- any robots with mechanical learning
whether university or not- to rule over them.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
The eccentrics and the madmen do cook up this routine world.
Scrambled eggs on an old *** simmering.
You're a bloke, ya yolk!
evoke my jokes!
now scramble my sides!
and leave me to choke!
consume me like you do all things else in this life!
As Vonnegut would call it
"A Breakfast of Champions"
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
All is still.
No more “Chase” or “Eggheads” from Tuesday.
Everything is shutting down.
The Winter Break is soon upon us.
Our “Festive Season” it is called.
Even Winter is having a rest this year.
Sixty Fahrenheit outside now.
I feel like hibernating ‘til the Spring.
Yet some brave blossoms think the Winter over
Already!
Foolhardy flowers indeed.
Our services are stumbling to a stop
Like a long Bank Holiday.
Sports facilities are shutting their doors.
Cafes shutting soon.
If only this stillness could pervade
Those warring factions
Throughout the world,
All through the year.
Peace to All Men
We say.
Amen to That.
Paul Butters
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
I wake up in the morning, but not like in movies where they dance and sing.
But when I'm with you you are my prom queen and I am the king.
I always feel as if this is a dream, but it seems as if it is reality.
Like I don't want to lose you and you don't want I lose me.
We go together like peanut butter and jelly.
And frankly, I find you "berry" lovely and you just drive me "nuts".
I wouldn't want any other girl "butter".
I'm not doing this so rumors can be "bread", I'm not doing this it get "marmalade".
I love her.
She is beautiful, gorgeous, funny and everything more.
She is my orange.
There are no rhyming words that come to mind, like there are no girls who can compare to mine.
She is my orange.
Brightening up my day, cup of OJ.
Everything will be okay when it's just "citrus".
Trust me that "winters coming" so no need to worry,
Because you're the only girl that I wanna "vitamin c"
Well, I guess in not getting enough so let's just spend some quality time just you and me.
I "Nutell"ing you if you we're a pancake you'd be covered in syrup,
Because you're so **** sweet.
You don't just give it all out, trick-or-treat.
But you are still my eye candy.
You're the apple to my eye.
So "cinnamon bun", ***** breakfast and the other two.
"Muffin" I just wanna say I love you.
We are both eggs.
We shall never be scrambled.
We always look at the bright side, sunny side up.
And I swear when I'm "hard boiled", I promise you that we will never "crack".
But can you realize that when you add two eggheads like me and you together.
Add some flour and some sugar.
And I guess you can be my "cookie" forever.
So put your apron on.
Ready, set, cook.
Because now we have the recipe of love. :)
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Whatever you do don't run.
There's too many walls at the end of all the twists and turns
if you run, you'll strike one,
full in the face
and split your lip wide
opening up the middle of your head
to scrutiny by the humpty-dumpty road crew
and eggheads and horses don't really want to know whats going on
inside that brain of yours
now do they?
So don't run
walk slowly. Deliberately.
Sloppy.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
Two egg heads standing on a street.
But they werent really standing beacause they hadnt any feet.
They went home to get a pair of legs.
But no matter how much they tried they couldnt find their pegs.
At last after an hour they finaly found their pegs.
They ran around to the park and had a one minute dance.
But then they had to go home because it started to get dark
They got home but they fell of their pegs!
They looked in the whole house and finaly found their egg pegs.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC