Writer's Block - The Sequel

Writing.

I strongly believe there is no such thing as 'writer's block'. (I do believe in procrastination though.) 

But if there is, then the only cure I know of is writing bad poetry. Preferably so bad your brain tries to crawl out through your ears from pure terror.

Let's have another go at it... 

Here's a new ditty, and after that my umpteenth attempt to translate a (horrible and disgusting) Dutch one...

Any Other Sunday

't Was a Sunday like any other

stuck the page in the type writing machine

didn't know why i'd even bother

still wrote t'best opening you'll ever seen

Then mother called for tea and more

after which I returned with trepidation

the world seemed worse than the words before

so I set aflame my latest creation

The house on fire, my typewriter gone

finding me dressed in nothing but white

the docs keep tellin' me they'll leave me alone

once I do get me head on right

No matter how many homes I've yet to burn

and round, padded rooms that welcome me

the title of wordsmith is what I'll earn

I'll be the best writer you'll never see 

Groen (Dutch version)

I wrote this -- together with my young kids -- in an airplane on our way to Japan, to keep them busy. I was keeping them busy by making up a story about a young boy who needed to create a poem as a rite of passage... and this is what it became 🤔 We laughed all the way to Japan and back 😂

Groen is de kleur

van het snot uit je neus

kijk maar op je vinger, heus

Maar beter dat nog, dan bruin uit je kont

want groen kan naar binnen

maar poep... stop je niet in je mond

Green (English version)

I admit the Dutch version is better, but this is the closest version yet. Translating a poem (even a bad one) is hard!

Green is the color

of the snot as it lingers

on the tips of your fingers

It's better than brown from your ass

as green might be tasty

but poop should never pass