"jackanory" poems
In the aftermath
Of a very hot bath
Sylvia Plath
Used to re-read
Katherine Mansfield stories
Until she felt
A little bit snory.
Whilst Ted Hughes -
After he'd imbued
The cool waters of
A shower for an hour -
Would watch Jackanory
Till he felt Hunky Dory
Then listen to Aladdin Sane
To bring him back to
The real world again.
Watch That Man!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
In no particular order:
Sip
Squeeze
Run
Soak
Sip
Tuned
Into
Jackanory
Sip
Scrub
Drain
Telling
A
Story
Vapour
Wars
On
Streets
With
No
Hint
Of
Apple
Or
A
Kitchen
Sink
Sip
Dry
Put
Away
Sip
Squeeze
Run
Choke
Sip
Write
Hope
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Don't cry baby.
Your daddies gone off hunting.
He wants to get a trophy.
Just so you can see.
What a clever boy he's been!
Introduction to a child of everything that's mean.
Daddy tell your little kid.
Of all the vile things you did.
Bet you can't, bet feel ashamed.
Of taking part in cruel sport and labelling it a game.
"Son, daddy fox is called a dog.
Mummy fox a *****
Baby foxes little cubs soppy as a kitten"
A spot of education..
Hell hounds have a job to do, apparently.
Together, language of us common folk will paint the sky bright blue.
"Jackanory".
***** story.
Written by the Tories.
For fox sake keep the ban.
Speak out loud while we still can!
(c)Livvi
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC