Why is mud all dirty?
Why are blisters hurty?
Why is auntie thirty?
What are poodles for?
Why are bees all buzzy?
Who made beards fuzzy?
Uncle doesn’t, does he?
Will there be some more?
Why are things all funny?
Who made Trevor’s bunny?
What makes gravy runny?
Why is dad a bore?
Why is daddy shouting?
Will there be an outing?
What’s a damn good clouting?
Why the slamming door?
Where is daddy going?
Are my tonsils growing?
What is mummy throwing?
Will we end up poor?
Why is mummy thinner?
Why is there no dinner?
Who is Uncle Skinner?
Should I just ignore?
Why do men keep staying?
Does that noise mean playing?
Is that cash they’re paying?
I liked daddy more.
Comments
Ewan | November 1, 2008 - 20:08
Fab.
Nathan Bednarek | November 1, 2008 - 21:23
This is great. I love the way this poem evolves as I read on as the storyline you're creating here becomes more and more dramatic with each question. The emotion and atmosphere surrounds this poem like mist right from the start and it draws the reader in- it makes me hungry for more. I'd love to see a 'sequel' of this poem; I think it would be very effective.
Great work, well done.
Nathan.
Bradene | November 2, 2008 - 10:55
Yes well done indeed , very amusing initially but soon becomes sad and tragic. Nice work Val x