Hi all at #Dversepoets and beyond here is the hobgoblin poets idea of good manners while eating out. thanks Merrill for reminding me of this poem at tonight’s poets pub poetics evening.
Manners.
#etiquete, #hobgoblinpoet
I am the hobgoblin poet,
My manners match my exterior.
And I love to fart in public.
What a relief to trump in town.
To bottom burp in a bar is brill.
It’s fun to belch in a bistro.
Go gas a gastro pub.
And watch with gusto as guests all leave.
We hobgoblins’ Just love to blaspheme,
Until they scream about our obscene,
Telling us off for our bad manners,
Around a mouthful of food,
Having a bitch about another spreading cold,
Then sneeze in the faces of these grown-up children.
Oh, to be members of old grumpies gang
Teaching us their idea of manners,
From above their long snooty noses,
When our own are far more fun.
©19/11/18 rogleach
© 2nd draft 09/08/2022 rog leach.
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