Don’t. Stop. Me. Now.

Don’t. Stop. Me. Now. (12th Dec 2008, 11.46pm)

Don’t. Stop. Me. Now.
The poets are in flow,
Oh watch those words
Go, go, go,
Fly out like swallows from their nests;
But listen, chicks, Mother Witch knows best…

Let’s have a check of what we know;
Listen, kiddlywinks, so far so…
Semi-colons, colons, commas,
Hypens, dashes, kamikaze bombers…
Watch out! Duck! Machine gun happy;
Triggers pulled, don’t **** your nappy!

What, what?
Phut, phut?
Was that an ellipsis after that ‘but’?
Stick your oar in like a question:
Exclamations after lessons!
What’s my problem?
Look who’s guessing!

I fear a sudden epidemic,
A rash of sorts – I say!
Purely academic?
Listen, teacher,
Wipe the board:
Your philosophy is faintly flawed
And your audience is growing bored -
Time for a stanza break!

Demarcated? Nay, leave it blank,
The Reader must know
Who to thank!
Applause! A pause, simply
to appreciate the flaws…

Don’t. Stop. Me. Now.
I’m slightly sore…

Jennifer Pickup