Perpetual Traction Chuckle Engine
Do you know Chucklevision, do you ?!
High profile moral comedy
spreading its message from Rotherham, South Yorkshire,
Inspiration & Jersey.
Gilded teeth like white mercedes,
sporting fine mullets for gentlemen & ladies,
timeless slapstick champions fighting comedy's malaise,
are brothers two.
Opposed to scowling cheeks of disbelieving Jackanapes,
brothers Paul and Barry tickle comedy critics and cognoscenti,
Geoff Capes left overnight in starch and Illuminati.
The cultural superiority of these enlightened knows
"Goodness Gracious Me", "Little Britain" & "The Royal Family"
are pale shadows in the cornershop window of comedy.
Lacking Chuckle's Vision and marquee of costumed canine bestiality,
are these 'shows' actually supposed to be funny ?
Secrets adepts of the grande frommage,
the Brother's range is a lollipop jackpot.
For with unstinting social realism and life,
Paul and Barry as clock menders with the farmer's wife,
French Walloons, prize vegetables,
priceless rubies and helium baloons,
there is no short change in their exclusive tv slot.
A Poem by the cloned corpse of Marcus Tal
inspired by the comedy brilliance of the Chuckle Brothers
posted by the cloned corpse of marcus tal @ 10:42 AM
5 Comments:
to me
to you
to me to you.
good stuff Oh cloned gent!
Cocaine Jesus,
Yes! Their great catchphrase. To use it though would be too easy, and disrepectful. It can only done correctly, or properly, by their artifice alone. Who am I to soil its pure and succinct genius.
interesting blog!
(do visit my blog at http://shubhodeep.blogspot.com)
Thank You,
shubhodeep thank you for your comments.
I have done so. It has some finely crafted poems.
Kind Regards
This poem should be named
Wirewool Mullet
In honour of all us mulleted people who go about our daily business whilst enduring taunts, fear and ignorance.
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