Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

Nottin Mybackyard.

Daily writing prompt
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

What Could I Get Rid Of.

I don’t play an instrument, so I shouldn’t try. So for the sake of harmony I should get rid of all the instruments I don’t have.

I don’t know if you could call an angle grinder an instrument, but I am very good with one, they do though make a lot of noise, so for the sake of harmony my wife would like me to get rid of my grinder too.

I guess this is to do with harmony, it’s funny, but then rather sad.

Nottin Mybackyard.

He lives in Nottin Mybackyard, and nothing makes him happy,

All children should be muzzled, every dog should wear a nappy.

The sound of an ice cream van, really makes him seethe.

His neighbours they should not even dare to breath

The street lights they are far too bright,

All cats they should be in at night.

No one should hang out their washing,

The sound turned down when tv watching.

Church bells they never should sound,

Tractors of course shouldn’t trundle around

Cockerels never should be heard to crow,

And of course November fifth will have to go

No parking within twenty mile of his house,

No wild animals near, badger, fox, rat nor mouse.

No aeroplanes to fly above,

Of course he’s terrified of love.

Meadowhead Bard.

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