Born in a bucket
Brought up by bitches
Fed on red mullet
Schooled by old witches
Housed in a pig stye
Ensconced in a rat run
Dressed in drab tawdrey
Shod in old cat gut
A mother called Rancid
A father called Squallor
Shat on and spat on
Biffed by a truncheon
Jailed in a drainhole
Pissed on by tossers
Left on a scrap heap
Torn at by vultures
Last words on earth were
I’ve had it! Oh fuck it!
I wish that I’d never
Been born in a bucket.
Hahahaha Least it hasnt got a hole in it Or has it ?
Ha - love this Ann! Some of the lines take me back to a young Shane McGowan actually
This is a really fun piece Ann, although I have to say it annoys me somewhat, in that it's one of those poems that which subliminally "repeats" on me! Since I read it I can't get the beat or rhymes of it out of my head! (should it be tawdry/tawdrey?)
Born in a bucket - luxury! I used to dream of being born in a bucket - it would have seemed a palace to me!
(Anyway, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself . . . :)
Regards,
A.E. X
<Deleted User> (6315)
Sun 13th Nov 2011 19:06
wow and this is what you came up with?..I am impressed Ann..hmm gollum-like creature huh?..
Reminds me of tenting days with no toilet facilities - "bucket 'n' chuck it!"
I guess I imagined some gollum-like creature, sort of human - scurrying round the London slums in Victoria's day, if I imagined anything. It's just a load of words really, and YOU try writing a poem about a bucket! :)
Enjoyed this, Ann. It leaves me curious as to what it is, but I guess that's the point. Good flow too
steve mellor
Sat 12th Nov 2011 16:17
is there a prize for guessing what/who?
even if there isn't, i really enjoyed the rhythm
For a writing group excercise - we had to write something with the title "Bucket".
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<Deleted User> (9982)
Mon 9th Jan 2012 22:23
Really enjoyed this, Ann. The stark words and vivid images came out and grabbed me by the truncheon!