Sonnet The Hedgehog – The Nuclear Wasteland
Originally published on Ready Up on 4th April 2012.
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I venture alone in the vast devastation,
the remnants of what was once a great nation.
A prosperous land that has since been left hollow
where the wretched remains of the past now wallow.
It’s warm midday as the harsh sun beats down,
charring the skin on my uncovered crown.
Inside of my armour, all dusty and brown,
the sweat starts to pool and I feel I could drown.
Amidst this discomfort, I remain calm,
even as my gun starts to slip from my palm.
These are conditions to which you never acclimatise
from the day of your birth to that of your demise.
An Ode to Eyestrain; A Poem
Originally published on Ready Up on 12th March 2011.
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Oh, eyestrain. How I detesteth thee.
You make it so I can’t see my TV.
The way you alter my eye’s translucence
is a pain in the bum, in the neck, a nuisance.
My world goes funny, all blurry and hazy,
My eye starts to sag and droop like it’s lazy.
I can’t seem to take in as much as I should,
Which, when it comes to playing games, is not at all good.
The Bee
Three years ago, I decided to write a poem about a bumblebee on a whim (I’m still not sure why to this day). Once I finished, I drew a (frankly brilliant) picture of a bee to accompany it.
Here are the results.
I’ve changed a few words here and there to improve its flow, but it’s essentially the same from when I penned it all those years ago.
Enjoy.
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The Bee
Once I was sitting there, twiddling my thumbs,
When in through the window, a bumble bee comes!
I jumped out of my chair and let out a shriek,
As it flew too close to my cheek!
Swatting and flapping, I dived under the bed,
Just as it beelined straight for my head!
Hearing the commotion, enters my mother,
followed by father, then followed by brother.
On seeing the dot that was the manic bee,
they all wisely decided to flee!
WIth colours black of night and yellow of sun,
It was obvious this pest was having far too much fun!
It was time for action, with me at the helm,
To send that bee back to the outside realm!
I grabbed at a magazine, curled it up,
and from under the bed began to erupt!
With eyes clenched shut, I started to swat,
and hit that bee on his big black bot!
Buzzing in pain, he flew back out the window,
Shouted I, “Don’t come back, you stupid bee bimbo!’
Who knew one bee could cause so much distress…
And now my room is a total mess!
Michael Slevin
