Joodles is that really you???so refined with it!
P

-----Original Message-----
From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Judy Prince
Sent: 10 June 2009 14:10
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: snap: stormy night

Judy's snap for Partick, Andrew, David, Robin and Angel:
Punters Revived

Put yr coins n the horn m'ducks, n the horn
y ole cluckin' mucks, y kickers and rucks
stole'uns and old'uns,
stompin n cold'uns--
n the holes
uv me feet y can suck.

Jine us stompin n shakin', y' bluudy passers-by
cuz y cackled n cribbed y' mum's bluudy black eye
she so fat she jist spat yr oon fokkin' sty, the batty
n tatty nasty root pie.

Will y' come then, m'ducks, to Salvation n Arms
to the pockets we pick from the shy
to the curdled n whingein, fraughtened 'n bingein'
the clatter-brain'd punters that lie?

Here's the thing with me mum she desolate bummed
she smokin' n croakin' n high
but she come t' the place w' four cats on her face
aweepin n peepin the Protestant case.

N her bloke me dad said:  "Hen you done it again
ye forgot me haggis to frie.
Wots yr problem
yr noggin's off cookin n wot---
religion's got pigeons lawk yew n yer crew!"

"Now go'on, grab out the kettle, bring us some fettle
n ah'll tell ye a story, me hen,
uv the cleric n egg n me grammum's bad leg
branging religion
to ratty rag scum
'twas Calvin n Alvin......the pikers we snuffed
just t' git some peace for to thrum."

"Now kiss me, y ole flakin' lass n be done
with clickin the drumsticks fer Gawd
'n ah'll buy ye a pee-ah-no with upright loins
ye can pound n sound off on each day,

then coom to me bed wi' lace knickers instead
uv the tight-arsed jimjams religion done done."

"There's me gurl, me purl, me lerveliest curl
bless me, n kiss me
ye golden ole thing."

"Yr me best bluudy biskit---
here's me rent, aw near naw risked it
on yr gorgeous drumbeatin thighs."

----------------------
jbprince


2009/6/10 Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>

> Andrew I see you singing it with clashing cymbals
> Cheers P
> Reminded me of my granddads revivalist hymns
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of andrew burke
> Sent: 10 June 2009 10:49
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: snap: stormy night
>
> wild storm floods the land
> bedazzled the night
> wild storm floods the land
> bedazzled the night
> the clapping of mighty hands
> and spears of light
>
> taking life in both hands
> it pulled at the house with might
> taking life in both hands
> it pulled at the house with might
> mountains and rivers of sand
> wires jiving like string of a kite
>
> today out gathering wood
> dogs barking in the wet wind
> today out gathering wood
> dogs barking in the wet wind
> this is some wild neighbourhood
> we'll be sad to leave it behind
>
>
>
> Just written for the fun of it, y'understand. Overstatement to say the
> least!
>
> --
> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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