As a collar bone I’d admit to being incorrigible.
Having been broken four times,
I am now a very peculiar shape and size indeed
because when bones break
the repair needs to be stronger than before,
more bone being added to the mix,
like the fix aniticipates more injuries
to that precise spot.
As if that were really likely!
Not !
Silly body!
Most people learn by their mistakes.
Not my boy it seems.
If Bozo breaks me again
I'm going to look like more like a pelvis than a clavicle.
I may call myself Elvis.
Elvis the Clavicle.
My myriad mishaps have had their compensations however.
Without them I’d never have been handled and tied up
by pretty nurses all over the world.
And recently a particularly sexy arty type
has taken quite a fancy to me.
She thinks I have stories to tell.
Oh, well!
Nobody has ever paid me quite this sort of attention .
Bozo has squeezed me and fingered me and learned my contours alright -
like he might be interested am I going to stick around.
He's shown me off, if that's what you'd call it,
more like he's made a fool of me.
But SHE really likes me.
It makes me feel important.
And Bozo gets a kick out of it as well.
So what the hell !
That little bone impersonator between his femurs
gets most of the attention - as usual.
Bet HE wouldn't bounce back bigger and stronger if someone broke HIM!
He gives me the hump.
Then again, that old soft-tissue lump next door
that goes bumpety bump all the time
has been broken more than me-
and he seems to have responses like mine.
Maybe those soft-tissue types aren't so different after all.
Can't wait to see the arty lady again.
She's much more fun than knitting.
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well...
..you do have stories to tell, John -- and if they are all funny like this -- you'll get more than nurses... LOL!
Ok, I didn't wanna comment much on this poem coz my Sultrythoughts will prevail and you'd be saying -- hey this is an innocent poem!---or whatever!
I had fun reading this, really. More fun than watching docu on TV. lol
later,
Lynne
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Sultrythoughts?
Don't you mean 'sordidthoughts'? Ha ha ! I make no secret of the fact that this is about naughty thoughts. But just thoughts. And anyway I know I can trust you, having more on you than you do on me! Remember, what happens at Sharepo stays at Sharepo. Anything you'd like to share, Scandalousthoughts? Glad it gave you a giggle. Elvis likes giggly girls!
Smoochas ! >W<
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hey john
this tickeled my funny bone!
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Very humerus
I think my clavicle and my funny bone may have collaborated here. Maybe I'll give my humerus a mention as a collaborator. Thanks for the idea.
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omygod, hilarious
:-D I love this poem! it's something really unique. I mean come on, how many people will you see writing a poem from the point of a collarbone?
..and of course, sex has to come into it.
you actually did a couple of things to make the poem sound like it was being spoken by the collarbone. sometimes if people are trying to get into an unnatural voice, all they do is use the first person voice and include a line like "I am an orange", or whatever. but you actually thought a bit deeper here and started talking about other parts of the body, which is the sort of stuff a collarbone might actually talk about. so kudos there.
oh, and nice on the elvis
nish(81)
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Thank you Nish
Glad you liked and thanks for saying so!
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hysterical
Thanks for the laughs! I believe you may be the first to ever pen a poem from this particular perspective. Beauty is always in the flaws. A misshapen clavicle could be really hot. Haha. I really liked when you referenced your heart being broken even more and repaired itself in the same way. That was unexpected given the rest of the poem. I also enjoyed the last 2 cheeky lines. Fun.
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Thanks Raven
Thought this one might be quirky enought to be up YOUR street! Glad you liked it and thanks for the comment. >W<
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Now this is the type of writing I've come to love and expect from you, John! An irreverent treatment of an unusual subject, with more subtle off-rhymes and some naughty bits thrown in to titillate.
How original-- narrating a poem from the POV of a bone!
Loved it.
Lauren
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Morning's minion is a Bozo??
A clown who parades his silly busted clavicle all over town?? Names it, in a nifty ripoff of E. the P.?? Likes arty nurses when they soothe that bone?? And wishes (the daft dreamer) she just might pay some attention to some other ersatz bone?? - though that hope isn't visible in the poem, it kind of lurks in there.
Well, this Bozo-poet has a broken pumping lump - as a good poet must have - that he doesn't parade all over town - good for him; instead, he sneaks it into a soft-tissue poem, a delightful one, full of the humorous self-effacement of speaking in the voice of a clavicle, but hiding as a Bozo who houses that bone. All that is clever, John, but clever that reaches out to a reader like me with a feeling of fun.
I've seen many poems that are so intellectually clever, so linguistically rich that their poets are hidden. And if the poet is irretrievably hidden, what can I feel? I can't feel intellectual cleverness. But, as in much of your work, you hide yourself with humor and are, as you intend, soon found out. For me, that's the continuing joy of your stuff.
Heckofa good one, again.
Lad - another Bozo type!
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Nice...
I love the little SHEs and HEs. Very bold choice.
Don't get the knitting part though. Is this written for someone special maybe? lol j/k
Love the name Elvis, but are you sure that is the name for your Clavicle or maybe somewhere else??
nice,
Ash
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Don't know what's bold about he and she or even if they contribute substantially Ash.
'Knitting' is about the only non-passive thing bones do and they only do it when they're broken. Elvis Presley was an all-time sex symbol, affectionately known as 'Elvis the Pelvis' because of how he moved on stage. You may be SO young you didn't know that and the poem wouldn't make much sense unless you did. Sorry if I've patronised you here but you seem genuinely (?) confused.
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