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Demolition by Text
My thumb was swift, my judgment blind,
I bared the cellar of my mind.
A text detached from all restraint,
designed to make a vicar faint.
It detailed gossip, raw and deep,
a secret I was sworn to keep:
Our cousin’s plastic surgery,
and Uncle Bob’s fresh perjury.
I meant to send this toxic draft
to sister Sue, so we could laugh.
Instead, I watched with frozen dread,
the pastor’s name right at the head.
It went to Pastor Timothy—
A man of grace and piety.
The lethal arrow left the bow,
and time froze in the status quo.
Then came the text-pocalypse wave:
Three bouncing dots above the grave.
He typed. He stopped. He typed again.
I reached for scotch, and drank it then.
My phone vibrated, buzzed, and shook,
I dropped it in the soup I cooked!
It splashed the wall, it hit the cat,
who leapt and squashed the hamster flat!
The panicked cat knocked down a light,
which set the curtains blazing bright.
The kitchen burned, the fire spread,
as total chaos turned my head.
Outside, the frantic sirens wailed,
while Uncle Bob—just freshly bailed,
received the text the pastor sent,
and kicked his desk in discontent.
He broke his toe, he screamed in pain,
as chaos reigned in his domain.
My phone is fried, my house is black,
and there is no way to go back.
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Rough draft
Critiques
neopoet
1 week 1 day ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem commits fully to its comic premise, and that commitment is its greatest strength. The escalation from a mis-sent text to a kitchen fire, an injured hamster, and Uncle Bob's broken toe follows the logic of farce, where one small mistake topples an increasing chain of disasters. The chosen vehicle for this is the rhyming couplet in tetrameter, which is well suited to comic verse because its insistent click of rhyme reinforces the sense of inevitability driving the calamity forward.
Several individual touches land well. The coinage "text-pocalypse wave" is a genuinely funny compression, and the image of "Three bouncing dots above the grave" turns the familiar typing indicator into something ominous in a way that fits the speaker's dread. The stanza in which the pastor "typed. He stopped. He typed again" earns its tension through the clipped, monosyllabic rhythm, and the deadpan turn to the scotch is nicely timed.
Where the poem is less steady is in its meter. The form sets up a strict eight-syllable line, and most of the poem honors it, so the lines that break the count stand out as stumbles rather than choices. "who leapt and squashed the hamster flat" and "I dropped it in the soup I cooked" read smoothly, but "received the text the pastor sent" sits in a stanza whose surrounding lines vary enough that the beat wobbles. Reading the whole poem aloud and marking the syllable count would reveal which lines need tightening; smoothing them would let the comic momentum run uninterrupted.
A second consideration is the ending. The final couplet's "there is no way to go back" states the consequence plainly, but it explains the disaster rather than capping it with a fresh image or twist the way the earlier stanzas do. The strongest comic poems often save their sharpest beat for last. A closing that returned to a concrete detail, perhaps the pastor or the squashed hamster, rather than a summary of ruin, could send the reader off on the poem's best laugh instead of its calmest line.
One small clarity issue: the second stanza names two scandals, the surgery and the perjury, but the chain reaction afterward only follows the perjury through Uncle Bob. The surgery detail is set up and then dropped. Either trimming it or giving it a payoff later would tighten the cause-and-effect spine that the rest of the poem depends on.
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Misspoetrynportraits
1 week 1 day ago
🤣🤣🤣
I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for the laugh. Very witty 🤣
Ray Bear
1 day 8 hours ago
Thank you
I am so glad to be able to brighten your day, Regards Ray
Sen99
1 week 1 day ago
Text message
What a catalogue of disasters ! a true maelstrom of mayhem all reported by text message, you have an interesting life ?
thanks for the chuckle
Sen99
Ray Bear
1 day 8 hours ago
Thank you
I really appreciate your comment and glad it made you laugh Regards Ray
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