The purpose of Articulate
Is clearly to communicate
The very words upon the card
It surely can’t be very hard
But Strasbourg’s now a German town
One’s geography did let one down
A violent gangster’s not alone
For Castro’s pals with Al Capone
And logarithms caused a blank
(While still at school I found it stank)
A wrench was mimed with great aplomb
But timed out sadly by the bomb
With others numbers weren’t a hit
Mixed algebra and ‘rithmetic
While lost for words it’s politic
To have a serious coughing fit
The cowboys in the Old Wild West
Are no longer at their macho-best
While looking for a drink and brawl
That isn’t what they get at all
Instead of shoot-outs what they get
Is hair highlighted, curled and set
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‘Ban the bomb’ cried our Yorkshire lass
Who wasn’t quick enough to pass
The ticking monster on in time
For lost for words (for once) it’s true
A pile of cards she did accrue
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Please note: no reputations were damaged during the making of this poem
By Julia Hamby | NWR Bedale and District