Poetry Guest Spot

A guest spot this week – a poem penned by me old mucker Dr Ben Gurney-Smith, spending his Friday's off work in deepest Norfolk.

Ode to Diss

I don't dismiss this place I'm in
It's distal to diss way and that,
And while things are as they are
It's got a distance left to run

It's where I spend my Fridays
In cafes and swimming pools
And disseminating my bad poetry
disconnected from my working tools

Friday is market day and all discounted goods are here,
It's 'ten for this and dis for that'
It's bargain time my dear.

It's tempting to get all 'diss and dat'
Like the other rapper dissy rascal and his bad dyslexic rhyme
His USP is to slag people off
And get their shirty backs up.
But I'm more 'diss charming man'
And for now I'm doing fine.