In the noijam tradition of “What are you reading”, I have just read The Nation’s Favourite Comic Poems (1998) edited by Griff Rhys Jones, BBC. What a delight. There is plenty of Ogden Nash, Roald Dahl and Lewis Carroll as you would expect, as well as poets from centuries ago and the last few years. And Hilaire Belloc’s century old poetry is hilarious. I loved “Rebecca who slammed dooors for fun and perished miserably”. My reading of Talking Turkeys by Benjamin Zephaniah fixed my wife’s tummy ache… Here is a taste…
Be nice to turkeys dis Christmas
Cos turkeys just wanna have fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum (and so on for 5 verses)
And Spike Milligan…
Things that go ‘bump’ in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It’s the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That and the absence of light.
Ah Spike, I hope you didn’t think it was the ends of the nerves that lets in the pain.
And W.H. Auden in “Give me a doctor”
Give me a doctor partridge plump
Short in the leg and broad in the rump
An endomorph with gentle hands
Who’ll never make absurd demands
That I abandon all my vices
Nor pull a long face in a crisis,
But with a twinkle in his eye
Will tell me that I have to die
Make what you want of this! There must be a lot of therapeutic poetry out there, lots of SIMs…please share
– David Butler
P.S. I had a cup of Rooibos tea with this book.