Chaos for Poetry Jam.

Sifting through the chaos.

Like blind men inspecting the elephant,

Finding the clues that are relevant

Can be tricky, I know

So we need to show

Much more than the subjective element.



Here is the poem Helen referred to in her comment about the six blind men and the elephant.

More slices of Poetry Jam on toast can be found at here.

Poetry Jam

She bought them to bring her some pleasure

But now were too many to measure.

Her hamsters so fecund

Bred more every secund

And now overran the enclosure!

So, out of this terrible mess,
That caused such emotional stress, 

She thought of a plan

To make hamster jam

As a way to relieve the excess.

With hamsters and sugar she toiled
And hundreds of thousands she boiled

So nothing was wasted.

But when it was tasted
‘Twas clear all the jam had been spoiled

So out of the window she threw

Her gallons of hamster jam brew.

But to her surprise

Before her old eyes,

A garden of tulips soon grew!

So lovely and tall they had grown

With colours she rarely had known.

‘But why did they grow

Outside her window?’

She asked her friend Sam on the phone.

She told him her hamster jam plan

And Sam said “It’s no myst'ry, Maam.

I’m sure I’m not wrong,

Like it says in the song;

They’re 'Tulips from Hamster Jam'!”

Tulip photo from the fabulous Keukenhof Gardens in Amsterdam.
Note: The joke is old. Only the setting is new. :-)