Carry on with the Farce – A bit of silliness.

This poem (in the loosest possible terms) was written in response to the Genre Challenge:

Today’s Genre is FARCE

I have employed a very strange rhyming pattern, this was to create a sense of chaos that is a key element of farce.



The dinner party guests appeared quite a mismatched crew,

There was Lord and Lady Haw-Haw seated next to Cardinal Richelieu

and a Vampire-queen,

like you’ve never seen

her dress revealing more than you’d care to view.

This was turning out to be

a night filled with possibility.


A man dressed up as a thief grinned in an impish fashion

and a Spanish matador flashed his cape with daring passion.

And then sweet Snow White

Had an awful fright

When the dinner gong rang suddenly, turning rather ashen.

This may well and truly be

The weirdest night you’ll ever see.


As they shuffled into the dining room behind the towering waiter,

The incongruous group began to talk about what would be coming later.

And then the French maid,

Pulled out a long blade,

That she’d found inside a stuffed alligator.

Crying “Liberty, Egalite”

And then she added “Fraternity”.


Then she started chasing all the guests, redolent of a farce,

Around the table, they all ran, though hiding places were rather sparse

The matador stuck out his hand

Grabbing the Maids small foot and,

She tripped and landed hard on her arse.

Then at the side,

The director cried,

“Cut! Print! Release” because you see,

It was all just a ‘carry-on’ movie.


You may or may not be aware of the ‘Carry-on’ films that were made in the late fifties and into the sixties and early seventies in the UK. They are pretty much the epitome of farce.


This ‘poem’ contains the following prompt words:


FOWC with Fandango — Release

What do you See? – Ghostly Footsteps.


This poem is written in response to Helene Vaillant’s What do you see Challenge:

What do you See? March/26/2019

and also the Tuesday’s Writing Prompt Challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe, to write a poem containing the line “Footsteps of the Mind”.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 26, 2019


As I wander through the cloisters,

Just to see what I can find,

I hear a noise come suddenly

Like the footsteps of the mind.


Are these spectres from my memories?

Or something much more sinister?

Is it a thief that haunts the shadows

With some violence to administer?


My heart beats faster as I linger

In the dim and darkening light

Then I see from out the shadows

Something Impish, bold and white.


I see it bound and run towards me

And I scream and jump a mile

Then I realise that what I feared

Is just a dog, This makes me smile.


Can there ever be a terror

Greater than the one I find

When I leave my thoughts to linger

On those footsteps in my mind?


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 27/March/2019


I have also included the following word prompts:

Word of the Day: Impish

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Thief