Side-Effects

[dafydd manton]

Side Effects

The first bit is simple.
You're wandering along,
Minding your own business,
Thinking about nothing much.
What to have for lunch, maybe,
Or what book you're going to read,
What's on telly.
Then it happens.
Somebody hits you round the back of the head
With a shovel,
By the feel of it.
Bang!
That's it, now. Side-effects.
You go dizzy, disorientated,
Lose your sense of balance
Get headaches, palpitations,
Shaky hands, all that stuff.
You forget how to think.
You can't even remember
Your own name.
But yet somehow
You can't forget the name
Of the woman that hit you.


:rolleyes5:

[breathtest]

Great poem i like this. funny ending. thanks for posting.

[blank|verse]

Nicely conversational piece dafydd that conveys a familiar theme in a very readable way.

[Jerrybaldy]

Ahh.Love.Love . What a pain in the *** it is :D Sorry, I mean the back of the head. Nice one Mr Daffy.
JB

[dafydd manton]

Pass the paracetemol!

Thanks everybody, comments much appreciated.

[Maryd.]

Oh... Don't you just hate when that happens. Rather funny though.

[dafydd manton]

Well, it can be a shade awkward, sometimes.....the double vision...... Glad you found it funny!! Thanks, Mary.

[Delta40]

romantic as ever

[hillwalker]

Love in all its myriad forms - try wearing a crash helmet, daf. And I agree with b|v - the conversational tone suits this well.

[dafydd manton]

Thanks for that, I had a lot of fun with this. Sadly, my crash helmet, like most of my clothes, seems to have shrunk lately!!!!!

[Maryd.]

Buy a new one...

[dafydd manton]

No need, I sold the bike!! *Sob - my Honda CBR - gone!! Woe, woe and thrice woe*

Anyway, I can't imagine it's an experience that's going to happen that often in one life!

[Maryd.]

I don't know, sometimes history has a way of repeating itself... itself... itself... See what a I mean.

[angliholic]

Funny ending but lovelorn, lovesick, and love-hit-harder than the spade!

Thanks, Daffy, for this great poem!

[dafydd manton]

Thanks, Ang! So long as it got a smile, I'm winning!!

[Haunted]

That smarts! Never know what's coming at you. Like the way you lead into it. Casual tone for something that has consequences. A great presentation.

[Maryd.]

Yes... Our Dave is quite a talented young fellow, Haunted.

[dafydd manton]

Young?? May I give you a hugey great kiss now, or should I wait!! Thank you!!

[Maryd.]

Blushes, tilts head to the side and drops eyes, coyly.:blush::blush::ladysman::ladysman:

[dafydd manton]

Oh the heck with it.....Serrrrrrr-MMMOOOOOCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!! *Gasp!*

[Maryd.]

Ooops... Um-uh you are a naughty boy.... Hahahaha.

[dafydd manton]

*Sneaks round corner, giggling but blushing, and feeling very guilty - but pleased with myself*

[Maryd.]

Cheeky Davey... I'll Tell, I will... Giggles like a school girl

[dafydd manton]

Ah, don't worry, nobody else will ever know - there's nobody around..... Who's to tell?

[Maryd.]

That's true, where on earth are they?

But who cares. Flicks a tea towel at you... And runs off

[dafydd manton]

Ouch! Right....you'd better be able to run faster than me......!

[Maryd.]

Argh! Runs fast... But trips
Cries...

[dafydd manton]

Ha Ha! Got you my beauty!!! *Twiddles handlebar moustache*

[Maryd.]

That's it, you are finished... Throws a pot on Daffy's head... Hahahaha... Got it.

[dafydd manton]

Curses! The Baddie foiled again!!! Roll Titles, frenzied piano music, lights come up.

[Maryd.]

Awww, poor dear... Here come, rest your head on my shoulder.....


There... There....

[dafydd manton]

*Sob* "It's not FAIR, we baddies always get beaten. Can't we have one film where we get the girl and the money?"

[Maryd.]

Ok... Money and the girl is yours...

[dafydd manton]

Heh heh heh heh heh!!! To the Secret Lair, at 24, Gasworks Mansions, East Cheam, London.

[Maryd.]

Nice... Hey I am feeling happy... It's all that gas... Yahooooo

[dafydd manton]

Sneeeeffffff!!!!!!

[Maryd.]

Hey man...What is with all the coloured lights... Man... Coooooolll.

[Maximilianus]

I need some paracetamol myself, though I must admit I'll never regret the pain. It was a hit worthy of commemoration.

Beautifully accurate depiction of a shoveled-woman and her skill at wielding her weapon :p

[dafydd manton]

Nice one, Max!!!! Go for it!!!!! It's only pain anyway!

[Maryd.]

I'm terrible... I let myself suffer until the pain is unbearable. Then I might consider taking panadols.

[dafydd manton]

Ah, I am a bloke, therefore a total wimp, and I will start shoving Ibuprofen down my neck at the slightest twinge..... just incase it's something serious! You can't be too careful, and anyway, every man wants to be nursed.......

[Maryd.]

Oh, you big baby Dave...
Alright, if I must. Lay your head on this pillow... and get some rest. I make you a hot broth of chicken soup. Ok?

[dafydd manton]

Could I have a small brandy, please.....just in case....?

[Maryd.]

Oh alright, but just a very small one...
Hands a small glass of Brandy over to her friend.

[zoolane]

Side Effects

The first bit is simple.
You're wandering along,
Minding your own business,
Thinking about nothing much.
What to have for lunch, maybe,
Or what book you're going to read,
What's on telly.
Then it happens.
Somebody hits you round the back of the head
With a shovel,
By the feel of it.
Bang!
That's it, now. Side-effects.
You go dizzy, disorientated,
Lose your sense of balance
Get headaches, palpitations,
Shaky hands, all that stuff.
You forget how to think.
You can't even remember.

:rolleyes5:


This poem remain me of being under pressure or stress out or even if I dare said it ''when my parents died''.

[zoolane]

Side Effects



Shaky hands, all that stuff.
You forget how to think.
You can't even remember
Your own name.
But yet somehow
You can't forget the name
Of the woman that hit you.


:rolleyes5:

Now this bit remain of me being drunk.

[dafydd manton]

No, Zoo, not drunkeness, except that it is possible to be inebriated with the presence of one individual. I don't get drunk these days - I'm getting old and boring!!!

[zoolane]

Them days past me by to but on hoilday I had 6 white wines and got bit tipsty and muchto by neices, eldest daughter amused.

[dafydd manton]

Zoo, never think they have passed you by - I only wrote this recently, and I am 55!!!!! And every word is true, believe me! (Although I do like a glass of wine now and again. May well have a couple tonight, now you mention it!)