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Blackpool Rock


I was on the dancefloor
when this dickhead starting dancing at me,

and rather aggressively it must be said.

I didn't have a clue what to do
so I kissed him quick-

wiggled through the disco doors;

then waited on the corner,

whistling.


Author notes

This one's for Knock an' all. Remember Blackpool big boy?

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  • Sheilasbabygal4life
    October 14

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    LOL! This was good. I found this really enjoyable too read. It made me chuckle. Thanks for entering and best of luck too you in the contest!

  • misterfish
    June 28
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    Awesome! Or disturbing...Either one


  • sheltered
    May 17

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    lol... hope this is not a true story
    one where you woke up the next morning
    with a sore rear
    and a pounding headache


  • Amera gold member
    May 10

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    LOL, this is funny! That's happened to me but I didn't have the guts to kiss him.

    Love,
    Amera♥

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    May 8

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    Kind of like an anglo saxon version of Bill Hayley and the Comets version of rock around the clock.
    Herein the English poet portrays rock, rock 'round the blackpool rock, showing the motion of the numpty who has a notion for a dance-off, this is akin to a face-off but involves the fancy footwork of feet, the catch-me-if-you-can mentality of someone who wows not with a bow ( or a bow wow which is entirely different) but with a wow,a wiggle and a whistle. " I didn't have a clue what to do" reminded the reader of those boys singer Blockbuster, was the Sweet, or maybe the allusion to a sweet street, to the hoi poloi that would be a Quality Street and Knock knows those from Roses lol


  • AutumnGypsy gold member
    May 7

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    This made me laugh, wonderful humour in this to be sure. Well done and Congratulations on your shiny!

  • Bad Bill
    May 6
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    Congratulations on winning bronze, Alex. Well done!

    Bill


  • Ben Stickle
    May 6

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    HA!

    Kiss and run then whistle and hum.....



    (okay so I added the hum part, trying to make it rhyme here)


    Seriously, nice quick punchy little bit here. Liked it

  • Rowan gold member
    May 6

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    lol. What were you whistlin?
    I like short stunners like this.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    May 6

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    kiss me quick and throwing up on the log flume... how jolly is that.. oh yeah, the Manchester Bar in its hayday...
    what a hoot

    now it's shabby chic and falling to bits...
    love it love it
    keep dancing at it..


  • sweet arrival gold member
    May 6

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    i love this! lmao... just picturing it! haha. i might know that dickhead... but i wasn't brave enough to kiss him
    there is something so fresh about this... unique... thank you for your entry.


  • woooo hoooo cuckoo
    May 6
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    cant beat hard rawk in a bush
    well i dont beat awf at all
    seriously
    hee hee


  • woooo hoooo cuckoo
    May 6
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    did u get rock
    i woulda


  • Emmyb gold member
    May 6

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    hahahahahahahahahahahaha...

    this is fun. I love this. nice one xx


  • albymyheart gold member
    May 6

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    Left dangling indeed. Great, creative take on the prompt. I love how I never know what to expect when I click on a poem of yours. alby

  • pocket pixie gold member
    May 6
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    hehe

    whistling

    this is a love poem, isn't it?

    do i need to write another scary poem?

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