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Pingfest 46 in May, 2009, brought out the inner poet in many of our attendees. They were charged with writing a little poem about any one or all of these characters: Blanche, Norris, Emily, Rita, Betty and Ken. We had lots of great entries and a lot of fun thinking of what to write. Here are some of the poems that were written. Not all of them were signed, but the ones that were have the author(s) attached.
Ode to Blanche
Old, wizened and cranky,
At the Rovers most days,
She's rude and insulting
but has no problems with "the gays".
Her wit is ascerbic,
She ridicules Ken.
She nitpicks at Deirdre
like a clucking old hen
Yet still she has friends
Rita, Emily and Norris.
And with Eccles by her side,
Blanche never will bore us
...by: Wayne, Cherry and Fiona
Blanche is Deirdre's mother
And thinks Ken's in a spot of bother.
There's the book that he read
Then he went out with Ted.
But he'll have a tryst with another!
Ode to Blanche
She is feisty and she can be mean
She thought Ken was gay but that's ok.
Rita's her friend and Emily too
She loves Betty's hotpot
But Norris can't decide which one to have
either hot pot or a side.
There was an old lady named Blanche
Who Ken would like to put in a trance
But try as he may
Things don't go his way
Maybe someday he might have a chance.
Ken strives to write his great book
Even Blanche can't sneak a look
Norris is more than curious
Making Rita and Emily furious
Meanwhile Betty is content just to cook.
A Lady Named Blanche
There once was a lady named Blanche
Who had trouble walking, but hey, could she dance!
She glided round the floor
The men shot out the door
We love our old girl named Blanche
Where would we be without Norris?
Who would gather gossip for us?
While sweeping the street, his heart skips a beat
When a scandal is brewing his mouth is a-moving
Though Rita wants to thump him,
Blanche says don't dump him
Where would we be without Norris? ...by: Anne, Bea and Karen
A corset maker named Blanche
had a tongue as sharp as the pins she used
to lead people a merry dance.
A heart of gold under a shell of cold steel
A gossiping old crone
She'll end up alone if she doesn't take care
She better beware!
Until that time comes
She'll plague her loved ones
Much to their despair!
On the Stree where Ken stays
Reside some of his pals with whom he spends his days.
Rita, Norris and Emily, too
Are just a few of the Street's True Blue.
The Street's been alive some 50 years strong
To which all us Corrie fans belong< br> Here's to 50 more we'll toast
Us Corrie fans we'll forever boast!
...by: Kat and Trudi