Best

Best

My best poem is the one I just wrote.

(Except when it’s the one I’m about to write.)

My best friend is named Helen,

Linda, Pam, Maureen, Marian, Angela….

The best cat I ever had is every cat I ever had.

The best mango, the best chocolate: I just ate.

But my best daughter is my only daughter –

who was not born to me, but chose me.

And the very best man of all I’ve loved

is – well – each one of them; and yet

some are a little sweeter than others. 

I confess, best of all, I love – who? You, dear!

For JULY P.E.O.D. MEMOIR CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, July 5: BEST MOMENT. (And yes – instead I'm being slightly subversive about the idea of 'best'.)

Also shared at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #486

What Makes Me Laugh

I'm joining in the July P.E.O.D. Chapbook Memoir Challenge at Poetic Bloomings. This (a bit late!) is for July 1st: Laugh, Laugh.

What Makes Me Laugh?

My funnybone gets ticklish

at the ridiculous

plus anything quirky

(and that’s no malarkey). 

A shaggy dog story

also does it for me.

But slapstick or farce –

sorry, I’ll pass.

Adore Rowan Atkinson,

loathe Mr Bean;

I prefer the badder

wit of Blackadder.

Love me a Goon,

also a Python.

I relish the movies of PJ Hogan,

while Kath and Kim are wickedly Bogan.

The amazing Chris Lilley

is brilliant, not silly.

But the absolute kingpin

is Mr Tim Minchin.

See, it’s the satirical

gets me hysterical!