Let’s get on a reality show
and get ourselves embarrassed
by our shopping habits
or performing rabbits,
or the way we sing a note;
maybe how we choose to bake,
or even how we sew.
Could be more
than fifteen minutes,
I have to agree with the pedants…
the point’s the same,
in any game:
fifteen minutes
of so-called fame.
© 2023 Polly Stretton
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03/09/2016 at 11:36
Wow! Yes! I’ve written something similar but mine is more vicious 😏 There seems to be a lot of it about! Love the poem 😊
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03/09/2016 at 11:58
Have you put your ‘more vicious’ poem on your blog? I don’t remember seeing it (!) Love the idea of a vicious poem 😉
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03/09/2016 at 12:05
Nope because it was vicious! Haha I will have to dig it out and maybe tone it down a little!
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03/09/2016 at 12:09
Polly, I’m not sure that I have an entire poem that is vicious, okay well perhaps so. It hadn’t been intended. Perhaps I should set out to write a vicious one and see what happens.
I’ve never looked for 15 minutes of fame. It would go against my nature and be ever so uncomfortable. However, I do love what you have done with it. 😀
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03/09/2016 at 15:24
heh-heh…love your comments Léa, I can’t imagine anything worse, the very idea! I wrote the poem in response to a prompt in Squiffy Gnu, but was too late to post it…story of my life, I’m the one that’s always late to the party (!) 😉
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03/09/2016 at 18:29
Ah, whatever the reason I’m so glad you posted it! Hey, at least you go to the party. I’m afraid if I did, I would be in the corner observing everyone and being afraid I would have to say something… 😀
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03/09/2016 at 13:52
Hi, Polly,
I don’t think you mean ‘pendants’ 😉
Peter.
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