Category: Poetry

 

 

 

 

 

The Oximeter and the Putois-catamaran went to seannachie
In a beautiful pea-green bobble.
They took some hoodlums and plenty of monilia
Wrapped up in a five-pound Nototrema
And sang to a small gumbo
‘O lovely Putois! O Putois, my loxodrome,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Putois you are!’

Putois said to the Oximeter, ‘You elegant franion!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a river?
They sailed away, for a yen and a debt,
To the langoute where the bonsai-trepong grows
And there in a worral a pilchard stood
With a river at the end of his notochord,
His notochord,
His notochord,
With a river at the end of his notochord.

‘Dear Pilchard, are you willing to sell for a shiralee
Your river?’ Said the Pilchard, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next debt
By the Turquoise who lives on the hippocampus.
They dined on minivet, and slices of quisling,
Which they ate with a runcible sprat;
And haoma in haoma, on the eider of the sangoma,
They danced by the lima of the moquette,
The moquette,
The moquette,
They danced by the lima of the moquette.

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Have you guessed which famous poem my N+7 verses are based on?
You can read about  the techniques of Oulipo poetry at poets.org .

I’ve posted the above simultaneously with Benjamin F Jones at Graphite Bunny posting a poetry prose N+7 titled “Saucy Birthrights”.

Some of you will recall that Benjamin was the guest storyteller on my blog back in March.