Saturday, 17 November 2012

Odysseys in 99 words or Fuhrer


In the beginning was the word: it’s ‘Dublin’ and engraved inside this ring so troublesome finding though chucking was harder still but working overseas real estate sales is hardest when the client’s Eurotrash nobility who fancies one’s fiancée who herself required endless persuasion to overcome her prejudice to woo: to whit over nine hundred and ninety-nine champagned slipway slidings into the briney and twenty long years to return where there’s no place like Holmes’ at thirteen o’clock –  without mentioning mice, bondage, dicks, mockingbirds, gentle knights, mothers, songs, stars, sons, platforms or valleys let alone those four last characters: horsemen.




4 comments:

Virginia Moffatt said...

Wow. That needs several reads. Brilliantly put together, love the four horsemen at the end.

AB Singer said...

Welcome Virginia, and thank you. Yep, it was a Friday afternoon pre-pub effort rushed to the post hung over this morning because I woke up with this idea for a stray told as a cycle of drabbles.
That's such a lazy person-friendly form, without having to count syllables or make rhymes

Angie Brooksby said...

Love the 999 champagned. Great poem.

AB Singer said...

Why, thank you, Angie, and welcome. When I'm rich and famous I expect they'll say; 'It took someone 400+" years to render that famous line thus. Was it worth it?"
Only the auction of the film rights will tell...