He fell backwards into quick drying cement.
It was something that he hadn’t meant
to do. For his trousers started setting fast,
and ended up looking like a plaster cast.
A stonemason was found to chip away
at this solid mass of clayey grey.
His legs were feeling not quite his own.
He felt like a statue carved from stone.
Finally his limbs were at last released.
His trousers, surprisingly, were not creased.
Two buttock shapes were in concrete created
Something that made him feel very deflated.
For nobody else with any temerity. could say,
Their posterior was preserved for posterity, this way.
Ernestine, I loved the subtle humour here. Great read from top to BOTTOM! Top Marks all the way. Thanks for sharing this my friend. David
Great fun Ernestine, made me laugh so much, well done, best wishes Lynda xx
How cute is this? Very nice Ernestine... a change of pace, eh?
Hi Ernestine. Another great laugh this one. I can see the poor soul in the cement as if it was me. very enjoyable funny read thankyou. Regards Dave T
Lass, i must ask as to your inspiration To quill such a thrill 'bout ossification! POETESS E. This is indeed grande poetic levity, in its finest verse, young lady! i've been missing all too many postings, since business has stolen my scribe time...But i am very glad to have read this one, indeed! FjR
Lass, i must ask as to your inspiration To quill such a thrill 'bout ossification! POETESS E. This is indeed grande poetic levity, in its finest verse, young lady! i've been missing all too many postings, since business has stolen my scribe time...But i am very glad to have read this one, indeed! FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now this is just a great, entertaining read. I can see it being read to kids about 7 through 9 and picture them giggling away.....Very Good! marci.xo