Pollocky Pictures

POETRY BLOGROLL
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com.au/
asks us to consider this artist


POLLOCKY PICTURES

I wish I'd thought of it first.....

That sploshing the paint around!

That laying sheets of canvas

On the floor or on the ground,

Then hurling, dripping, splashing,

The paint with a joyful shout!

That puddling, streaking, splodging;

That letting it all hang out!

I admit the results are pleasing;

The colours swirl and blend,

But did he even imagine

He was going to be a 'trend'?

I bet he was just having fun,

In a creative way.

Yet think how much his works are worth,

Right up to today!

No-one can ever copy him.......

'After Pollock' they would write.

They'd say the colours were too thick

To undisciplined, too bright.

For Pollock was a 'one off',

The very best thing to be.

But how I wish I'd thought of it!

Then you'd all worship ME!

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SPARE A THOUGHT

Spare a thought for the stand-up comic who doesn't make the grade,

Who doesn't make the people laugh and who hasn't learned his trade!

He strides with confidence on the stage, looking smart and debonaire,

Full of bright bonhomie and a dash of savoir faire.

His head is full of anecdotes, and other tasty stuff;

He's practised in front of the mirror. And now it's 'off the cuff'.

He starts off with a roguish glance to win the peoples' hearts;

He's studied other comics and has seen their clever starts.

He pulls a few funny faces that make the people grin

And then he thinks 'I'll tell a joke to pull the audience in'.

But the audience starts to fidget as the joke goes on for ever;

It seems they've heard it all before, furthermore it's not too clever.

He decides on a little banter with a man in the front row,

But he soon runs out of witticisms and the pace begins to slow.

By now our comedian's sweating, and looking a little pale;

He knows he's on a downward path! He knows he's going to fail!

He does a silly pirouette that ends in a stupid stumble;

He's looking for some funny words, but all he does is fumble.

He's hanging on to the microphone as though it's for dear life!

He remembers the jokes went down so well when he told them to his wife!

There's a murmur in the audience and a shuffling of feet;

And he suddenly realises this joke is a repeat!

Someone stands and leaves the hall, slamming the door on his way!

Lots of other people think they really don't need to stay.

Our comedian sidles off the stage; he knows his performance stank.

Why, oh, why had he handed in his notice at the bank?

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