Beautiful

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( A praise poem - of sorts) 

 

I'll not forget the day we met

on the Piccadilly line

the memory lies grafted

embedded in my mind

I'd been working late at the office

commuting home alone

when you approached me with your mobile

and by that I don't mean phone

 

And I'd like to say you were beautiful

but in truth it was a shock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

no I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

 

The train it had come from Cockfosters

by  some horrible irony

yes I was etymologically blighted

on the day that you flashed at me

and I'm glad the doors closed upon you

you didn't seem like the kind of chap

who'd hide what he had with a briefcase

or ever be minding the gap...

 

With the years  gone by, I've wondered why

you chose to thus expose

was it James Blunt's wintry video

that made you doff your clothes?

Cos I think you got your wires crossed

he only showed his toes and pecs

neatly folded up his  clothes

never got down to his keks...

no  a brief encounter, yours was not

I got to witness quite a lot!

 

and I'd like to say you were beautiful

but in truth it was a shock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

I never looked up from my newspaper

to think I'd see your cock

   

Now I'm wondering if you think of me

as I now think of you?

whilst on the Piccadilly line

the Met or Bakerloo?

Are you roaming round the underground

like a lion round its lair

looking for that spotty girl

with specs and mousy hair

cos I hate to disappoint you

but she doesn't live there any more

she took a train to Wigan

to freedom and what's more...

 

I'm beautiful

I'm beautiful, it's true

and if you saw my smile

you'd run a fucking mile

cos you wouldn't know what to do

 

lie  dee die die, lie dee die die, lie dee die die die ..

lie  dee die die, lie dee die die, lie dee die die die..

 

I'm beautiful

I'm beautiful, it's true

and if you saw my smile

you'd run a fucking mile

cos you wouldn't know what to do....

 

 

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Jon

Sun 15th Sep 2013 15:15

haha Isobel...nice and feisty and camp as Christmas! Loved it and your performance at the Tudor on Thursday xx

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Ged Thompson

Thu 15th Aug 2013 01:14

Brilliant as always, very clever, but as dave so rightly said a little depth that could easily be missed, a reflective look at the former self, and how much you have changed since that time.

I love this stanza

Now I'm wondering if you think of me

as I now think of you?

whilst on the Piccadilly line

the Met or Bakerloo?

Are you roaming round the underground

like a lion round its lair

looking for that spotty girl

with specs and mousy hair

cos I hate to disappoint you

but she doesn't live there any more

she took a train to Wigan

to freedom and what's more...



You also then spin it and take power back as the now you at the conclusion of the poem with....


I'm beautiful

I'm beautiful, it's true

and if you saw my smile

you'd run a fucking mile

cos you wouldn't know what to do....

Think I was more checking in on you as a person than your poetry, I now see your doing OK my mate X

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Isobel

Tue 6th Aug 2013 23:55

Thank you Alex. It was fun writing it and I've had fun performing it to my family. Poetry should be fun - now and again :)

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Noetic-fret!

Tue 30th Jul 2013 02:08

Nice one Isobel. I am smiling at your poem.

Mike

x

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 26th Jul 2013 19:58

Isobel,

Look forward breathlessly to your forthcoming

`HYMN TO PENILE BEAUTY`

(Why is it that the girls always laugh at a naked feller while -vice versa - the lads all go quiet?...
It`s humiliatin`)

Love the rhyming...and what a chorus!

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Isobel

Fri 26th Jul 2013 12:15

Oh - you must have been more beautiful than me then - it only happened to me once - thanks for the tip though ;

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Ann Foxglove

Wed 24th Jul 2013 16:51

As an art student many moons ago I used to travel from Ealing to Cockfosters and back every day and it happened to me on several occasions. I just used to pretend I was asleep!

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Francine

Wed 24th Jul 2013 07:34

Yes, this is funny and would perform oh so well.

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Isobel

Tue 23rd Jul 2013 20:28

Thanks for seeing the depth Dave. There's a little bit of the inner me in all the froth I write :)

I'm really looking forward to performing it. I think there's definitely room for audience participation, particularly on the choruses...

Thanks everyone for the feedback - it's much appreciated! xx

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Ian Whiteley

Tue 23rd Jul 2013 19:52

Praise indeed ;-)
I believe the best putdown in such circumstances is 'no thank you, I tend to roll my own' :-)

steve mellor

Tue 23rd Jul 2013 12:27

Great :D

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Laura Taylor

Tue 23rd Jul 2013 11:51

Hahaa - look forward to hearing this performed :D

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Dave Bradley

Tue 23rd Jul 2013 11:33

Very funny, Izz, very clever and well-crafted, and with more depth to it than might first appear.

I used to use the Piccadilly line regularly as a youngster. I recall being fascinated at Rayners Lane by a man who'd fallen asleep and whose front was covered by what is still the largest amount of drool I've ever seen. What happens on trains!

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