CAN POETRY CHANGE YOUR MIND AND GO NATIONWIDE?
A LIFE LESSON WITH MY NAN
BY LK MAYNARD
(MUST BE READ IN A NORTHERN ACCENT!)
ONCE SHOPPING WITH MY NAN SHE TURNED HER HANDBAG INSIDE OUT, WHEN THE SECURITY GUARD STARTED TO SHOUT, ‘STOP THIEF!’ I SAID NAN WHATS THAT ALL ABOUT YOU SILLY OLD TROUT?
HER MEMORY MUST BE FADING AND THE 10-YEAR-OLD ME COULDN’T SEE THAT SHE WAS TRYING TO MAKE AN ESCAPE, AND THE CAPE SHE HAD STOLEN WAS HANGING OUT OF HER POCKET!
BUT NOW I REALISE WHAT I DIDN’T AS A CHILD, ALL MEEK AND MILD, CAUSE I DO EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID – NOT THE STEALING, NEVER APPEALING!
BUT IVE GOT HER SPEED, AS SHE TOOK THE LEAD AND WE SCARPERED UP THE ROAD. IN HER OWN WAY SHE WAS JUST FUNNY BUT HARD AND GOT HERSELF BARRED BUT AT LEAST WE DIDN’T GET CAUGHT BY THE SECURITY GUARD AND FINALLY IT MAKES SENSE TO ME!
Theres an annoying little fly going round in circles here....
BROTHERS - A SONG OF FEUDING
'BROTHERS' - A SONG OF FEUDING KIN By LK Maynard
“Brothers”
“I like beer
and I like wine
I like gaming
and I like staying in bed.
You drive me up the wall,
you bug me,
but we are obliged to be devoted as ‘we are relatives’.
We’re just two leaves on a fraternal plant
with features alike
droopy eyes and muscular thighs
we lay this at the door of an inherited flaw.
We are brothers, we have the same procreator
brothers,
we’d rather have a sister
brothers, we endure one another
it’s the minimum we can do.
We are brothers, I admit I dislike him
brothers, and if you don’t
like him
brothers, we can’t go to the gym
oooh brothers.