
My rubbish bin has lost its lid
& asks me what to do..
“How would you feel if your Id,
was exposed to full view?
All that rancour, all that passion,
the outright lies and fibs
You wouldn’t want someone peering in
the trashcan of yr Id.
And what if the rain should tumble down?”
“All right,” I say, “all right, don’t be such a squib,
I’ll phone the local council up.
You shall soon have your lid.”
Everyone should have their lid,
pleasant though firmly secured.
The Id is not a pleasant spot
& should not be long endured.
id without a lid, so clever, John. Particularly like the worry of rain making a primordial slush. …Wait, what about a superego that won’t leave the gazebo? 🙂
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🙂 ahhh, very clever: that gives me an idea for my next Green Gazebo poem: thanks Karen 🙂
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Ha! “the trashcan of yr Id” !!! 😀
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I’m glad you like that phrase, Ed; that’s my favourite too 🙂
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🙂
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If you don’t get it back, you could have a trash can party like at uni
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LOL ; I’ve got an uneasy feeling, Beth, my trash can would be up for that 🙂
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Losing ones lid and exposing their id at the same time! 😳
You wouldn’t want someone peering in
the trashcan of yr Id…. indeed not.
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wouldn’t want anyone rummaging through my Id; they might find something like ‘The Thing in the Cage’ and die of fright 🙂
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Oh Lordy!! That’s a scary thought, John.
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Haha! Brilliant! 😁🖤
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I think the Id should have a ‘No Trespassing’ sign over it 🙂
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I reckon you’re right! 👍🖤
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Do councils still replace lids? I thought they replaced the whole lot ? You would get recycled and a new you to keep your Id in. And your Superego…..
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that wouldn’t be a bad idea, Don; I could use a ‘cleaned-up’ Id :)and yes, this council does replace missing lids — there’s few things worse than losing your Id, Don 🙂
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It’s a lovely poem and a clever word play. Thank you. 🙂
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🙂 the first verse virtually wrote itself; thereafter I just followed through on the absurd logic; glad you enjoyed 🙂
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I know it’s terribly serious of me but I have been puzzling through the human equivalent. I’m sure there is a human equivalent, metaphorically speaking. When I saw the title of your poem, I thought it was about losing your cool. But it’s not at all. It’s much more exposing.
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yes, it is; it’s light-hearted in tone but it’s very dark underneath: the Id is not a place you want to spend much time in —
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Hi John, wonderfully playful and impulsive, as I’m sure is your id.
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my Id often runs amok, Eden; I have to chase after it and give it a stern talking to 🙂
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Brilliance.
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thank you: sometimes the Muse is with you; sometimes She isn’t 🙂
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a zesty poem got my lid off, I think it is imported to led the led go on occasion, especially when one feels choked up!
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totally agree 🙂
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Calling the local council sounds like a canning plan!
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very good, Ulle 🙂
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Love it! Simple, humorous, and profound
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Lol ; I couldn’t have said it better myself 🙂 thanks
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Generally speaking
ego is not a dirty word,
but there are exceptions 😎
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always, David, always
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