Another piece of poor poetry in very questionable taste but borne of very specific prompts.
I questioned of the oracle
Where should I stash my beer?
The answer was a whisper
That I could barely hear
I have issues with my auricle
A problem with my ear
If you wish to pass a message
You need to stand quite near
The beer, I drink it daily
Whenever I am bored
And for all the visitors
I accumulate a hoard
There’s always people popping ‘round
Sometimes quite a horde
My wife’s proved very popular
Since she has been whored
Richmond Road 
I always love a poem where the poet attempts to rhyme each line or two. But I’m more curious as to your wife’s reaction when she read the final line??
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This would work beautifully as a punk Brechtian cabaret number. I could really see a group like The Tiger Lillies singing it.
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Oh dear Eleanor …. I think we reside in different centuries.
My claim to fame (last century) was writing the lyrics for a song by ‘Radio Birdman’ (I bet they are a mystery to you!) but now I have a fantasy of being done by Nouvelle Vague. Fat chance.
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lol you know you’re twisted, but great poem using the words superbly!
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Hahaha! Love it! Thanks for joining in the Saturday Mix 😊
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This is great!
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