Jukebox jukebox
Wah wah wah
Music music
Yeah yeah yeah
Spin that disc
Hit that note
Boogie on down
Blah blah blah
I’m bored with this poem now
What you going to do?
Going down the shops
Talking to a shoe
Etc etc etc
The end
Done and dusted
Dusted and done
Over and out
Honest
This is really it
This is the end
Are you still there?
No you hang up
No you
You hang up!
Oh
You’ve gone
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I think Wilfrid Owen (the great war poet-non poetry fans)would have read those heart felt stanzas and quivered, like a chinchilla, in pure rapture at the pentameter, emotive imagery and pararhyme evident in that masterpiece. He may have even punched the air in delight.
It roused such sensibility in me that I attempted my ironing with renewed vigour. Oh yeah,. that’s how dr. angel gets her kicks on a friday night.
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