The Broons

Hello Poetry Lovers

Nothing’s more heartwarming than sitting down with a Broons book on a cold afternoon. Next to my Beryl the Peril annuals, that is.

That charming huge family of 11, located in a flat somewhere in Scotland, with so much detail in their inked drawings, characters and warm humour.

There’s a few things that have bothered me over the years as I read that iconic comic strip, and I’ve put it into words below. Very tongue-in-cheek, natch. Do read on…..

The Broons

Oh Broons family of the Sunday Post 

Your stories warm me like hot toast

I always yearned so much to be Maggie

Daphne I confess, I found a bit baggy

But ungainly sisters have nicer clothes 

And a generous warm heart, I suppose 

Home perms and the latest dress

No wonder your bedroom was a mess

It’s handsome Joe who gets romance 

Taking sweet lasses to the local dance 

Inoffensive Hen just seems a bit old 

To be living still in the family fold 

A cramped Victorian tenement flat

No room to spare for even one cat

Housing eleven, with Grandpa round often

The matriarch Maw did sometimes soften 

I suspect that the forthright Bairn is older

The twins simply getting cheekier and bolder 

Horace and all his advanced knowledge

Should surely now be at college?!  

Paw Broon loves Granny Souter sweets

Brings them home sometimes as treats 

Occasionally when I think your plots are silly

 I remind myself I prefer you to ‘Oor Willie’ 

Thanks for letting me grow up with you, Broons.

And thank you, PL’s for reading this. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon…….