Crap Poetry #1

There's an Australian movie called Idiot Box... probably about five or six years old now. Review here. Fantastic sound track. I got the movie out again recently, and enjoyed it all over again. Highly recommend it! Anyway, one of the characters in it, Mick, is a bit of a poet, except of course, he isn't.

So, in honour of all the crap backyard poets of the world, I am starting up my own Crap Poetry movement. It will be bad. It will be pongy. It will be devoid of any value whatsoever. But with tongue firmly placed in cheek, I shall enjoy myself.

Boy Racing

Bike on a black ute
sex on four wheels
red and white fairing hint at
speed and tight turns

dark eyes flash bright
in rear mirror framed
acceleration, lane changes,
keep up if I'm game

trucks rumble, lanes blocked
frustration pent up
cut free, he speeds off
my fantasy long lost


Nothing better than a bit of a perve on the motorway on the way to work!