Draggletail Posted July 16 Share Posted July 16 By Charles Causley. Timothy Winters comes to school With eyes as wide as a football pool, Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters. His belly is white, his neck is dark, And his hair is an exclamation mark. His clothes are enough to scare a crow And through his britches the blue winds blow. When teacher talks he won't hear a word And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird, He licks the patterns off his plate And he's not even heard of the Welfare State. Timothy Winters has bloody feet And he lives in a house on Suez Street, He sleeps in a sack on the kitchen floor And they say there aren't boys like him any more. Old man Winters likes his beer And his missus ran off with a bombardier. Grandma sits in the grate with a gin And Timothy's dosed with an aspirin. The Welfare Worker lies awake But the law's as tricky as a ten-foot snake, So Timothy Winters drinks his cup And slowly goes on growing up. At Morning Prayers the Master helves For children less fortunate than ourselves, And the loudest response in the room is when Timothy Winters roars "Amen!" So come one angel, come on ten: Timothy Winters says "Amen Amen amen amen amen." Timothy Winters, Lord. Amen! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cressida Posted July 16 Share Posted July 16 (edited) Reads like a Beatles song 'Eleanor Rigby Father McKenzie' a mo a matte a mas a marmaladey moon a mo a matte a minibus from John Lennon's first book,, Sorry Edited July 16 by cressida Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aardvark6535 Posted July 16 Author Share Posted July 16 (edited) 2 hours ago, Draggletail said: This sounds very much like a John Cooper Clarke poem! 😎 I can only find it as being attributed to Captain Hamish Blair as stated, though you could be correct as it does have that feel about it. but...................... Edited July 16 by aardvark6535 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glitterballs Posted July 16 Share Posted July 16 Not a poem, but the words are true. 'man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest' Diderot Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hackey lad Posted July 16 Share Posted July 16 I stole my Aunties Pink lace panties From her washing line . by Ollie . Never got to hear the rest of it , he died . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draggletail Posted July 17 Share Posted July 17 19 hours ago, aardvark6535 said: I can only find it as being attributed to Captain Hamish Blair as stated, though you could be correct as it does have that feel about it. but...................... I remembered and found the John Cooper Clarke poem, copied and pasted below. The bloody cops are bloody keen To bloody keep it bloody clean The bloody chief's a bloody swine Who bloody draws a bloody line At bloody fun and bloody games The bloody kids he bloody blames Are nowhere to be bloody found Anywhere in Chickentown [Verse 2] The bloody scene is bloody sad The bloody news is bloody bad The bloody weed is bloody turf The bloody speed is bloody Surf The bloody folks are bloody daft Don't make me bloody laugh It bloody hurts to look around Everywhere in chicken town The bloody train is bloody late You bloody wait you bloody wait You're bloody lost and bloody found Stuck in ****ing Chickentown [Verse 3] The bloody view is bloody vile For bloody miles and bloody miles The bloody babies bloody cry The bloody flowers bloody die The bloody food is bloody muck The bloody drains are bloody ****ed The colour scheme is bloody brown Evidently Chickentown See John Cooper Clarke Live Get tickets as low as $48 [Verse 4] The bloody pubs are bloody dull The bloody clubs are bloody full Of bloody girls and bloody guys With bloody murder in their eyes A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed Waiting for a bloody cab You bloody stay at bloody home The bloody neighbors bloody moan Keep the bloody racket down This is bloody Chickentown [Verse 5] The bloody pies are bloody old The bloody chips are bloody cold The bloody beer is bloody flat The bloody flats have bloody rats The bloody clocks are bloody wrong The bloody days are bloody long It bloody gets you bloody down Evidently chicken town The bloody train is bloody late You bloody wait you bloody wait You're bloody lost and bloody found Stuck in ****ing Chickentown 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aardvark6535 Posted July 17 Author Share Posted July 17 44 minutes ago, Draggletail said: I remembered and found the John Cooper Clarke poem, copied and pasted below. The bloody cops are bloody keen To bloody keep it bloody clean The bloody chief's a bloody swine Who bloody draws a bloody line At bloody fun and bloody games The bloody kids he bloody blames Are nowhere to be bloody found Anywhere in Chickentown [Verse 2] The bloody scene is bloody sad The bloody news is bloody bad The bloody weed is bloody turf The bloody speed is bloody Surf The bloody folks are bloody daft Don't make me bloody laugh It bloody hurts to look around Everywhere in chicken town The bloody train is bloody late You bloody wait you bloody wait You're bloody lost and bloody found Stuck in ****ing Chickentown [Verse 3] The bloody view is bloody vile For bloody miles and bloody miles The bloody babies bloody cry The bloody flowers bloody die The bloody food is bloody muck The bloody drains are bloody ****ed The colour scheme is bloody brown Evidently Chickentown See John Cooper Clarke Live Get tickets as low as $48 [Verse 4] The bloody pubs are bloody dull The bloody clubs are bloody full Of bloody girls and bloody guys With bloody murder in their eyes A bloody bloke is bloody stabbed Waiting for a bloody cab You bloody stay at bloody home The bloody neighbors bloody moan Keep the bloody racket down This is bloody Chickentown [Verse 5] The bloody pies are bloody old The bloody chips are bloody cold The bloody beer is bloody flat The bloody flats have bloody rats The bloody clocks are bloody wrong The bloody days are bloody long It bloody gets you bloody down Evidently chicken town The bloody train is bloody late You bloody wait you bloody wait You're bloody lost and bloody found Stuck in ****ing Chickentown Contents (Top) References External links Evidently Chickentown Article Talk Read Edit View history Tools Appearance Text Small Standard Large Width Standard Wide From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia John Cooper Clarke in 1979 "Evidently Chickentown" is a poem by the English performance poet John Cooper Clarke. The poem uses repeated profanity to convey a sense of futility and exasperation.[1] Featured on Clarke's 1980 album Snap, Crackle & Bop, the realism of its lyrics is married with haunting, edgy arrangements.[2] The poem bears a resemblance to a 1952 work titled "The Bloody Orkneys", written by Andrew James Fraser Blair, author and journalist, under the pseudonym Captain Hamish Blair.[3][4][5] In 2009 Clarke said he "didn't consciously copy it. But I must have heard that poem, years ago. It's terrific."[6] Clarke appears as himself reciting "Evidently Chickentown" in the 2007 British film Control, directed by Anton Corbijn.[7] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
davyboy Posted July 17 Share Posted July 17 19 hours ago, hackey lad said: I stole my Aunties Pink lace panties From her washing line . by Ollie . Never got to hear the rest of it , he died . aunties and panties don't rhyme Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Draggletail Posted July 17 Share Posted July 17 4 minutes ago, davyboy said: aunties and panties don't rhyme They do if you're from Yorkshire! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cressida Posted July 17 Share Posted July 17 1 hour ago, aardvark6535 said: Contents (Top) References External links Evidently Chickentown Article Talk Read Edit View history Tools Appearance Text Small Standard Large Width Standard Wide From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia John Cooper Clarke in 1979 "Evidently Chickentown" is a poem by the English performance poet John Cooper Clarke. The poem uses repeated profanity to convey a sense of futility and exasperation.[1] Featured on Clarke's 1980 album Snap, Crackle & Bop, the realism of its lyrics is married with haunting, edgy arrangements.[2] The poem bears a resemblance to a 1952 work titled "The Bloody Orkneys", written by Andrew James Fraser Blair, author and journalist, under the pseudonym Captain Hamish Blair.[3][4][5] In 2009 Clarke said he "didn't consciously copy it. But I must have heard that poem, years ago. It's terrific."[6] Clarke appears as himself reciting "Evidently Chickentown" in the 2007 British film Control, directed by Anton Corbijn.[7] He looks like the agony aunt (ant) Margery Proops Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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