Hello Poetry Lovers,
After Dobby’s miserable encounter with Keats, I’ve persuaded her to write a nonet poem for Mrs Slagg. In return for (canned) sardines at the back of her pantry
Anyway, read on – it’s untitled
Give me food, preferably sardines
No, I’m not going to ask nicely!
I want that fish right away!
Or I’ll claw the carpet.
Again. What a bore!
I’m gonna sleep
on your bed
Dobby’s original piece Bollocks and F*** Off! was kind of scrapped, even though Mrs Slagg adored it!
But we had to consider the church crowd who frequent the cafe after the Sunday service.
Now, Dobby’s had a go, it’s your turn! Get them rolling in!