Finally.
Deposited in the pound (euro?) shop in The Square, Tallaght, this little ditty -
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
I've been a little bit naughty
I've been a little bit nice
what say you still get me a pressie
and we'll go halvsies on the price.
I won't be troubling the Nobel Prize for Literature this year with that offering, but hopefully it brought a smile to someones face.
And below is the visual evidence of my guerrilla poetry attack.
For, what I suspect, is the first time, we have VIDEO footage of an IPYPIASM incident... In my panic to dump my effort and run, I somehow managed to set my phone to video and not camera. I scrambled madly at it, all the while imagining security guards raising an army, grabbing their mace and batons and being moments away from apprehending me...
(Quite the accidental Spielberg, no?)
It was fraught! I felt like my poem might explode at any moment. Anway, in the end I escaped unscathed and they probably sold my poem for a euro.
On an aside, I was telling my baby brother all about IPYPIASM. After he pretended to think me and my crazeeeee poetry chums were wacky and cool, he suggested adding a hastag to the abandoned poems. Maybe see if any of our messages in a bottle wash up anywhere. So, at the bottom of my print out, where I'd usually just have IPYPIASM, I instead had #IPYPIASM... and I sent a few tweets using it.
I thought it was a good idea - but chances are it'll just get me arrested ;)
I like living on the edge.
Ok. Until tomorrow - TK Maxx, watch out - I'm heading your way and I'm rhyming.
2 comments:
YAAAAAAAAY!
Here: http://titusthedog.blogspot.co.uk/#!/2012/12/apocapypiasm-moving-images.html
You're going to have to explain the whole hashtag thing.
TK Maxx I understand.
Oh that's great! I've been almost caught before - it's quite alarming!
I'll have to remember the hashtag thing :)
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