Sunday, 23 February 2014

Mercenary [writing task nine]

The public must be blind if they think
you're actually rats with wings.
I wasn't aware you had sharp jagged buck teeth
that you ate cheese with, and a thin long tail.
In fact you're nothing like a man or a mouse
instead it was your bold uncle-Tom plans
that stopped the real mice; Jerry.
And still people give you the cold shoulder and a boot,
some thanks to get for taking codes afar,
the risk being gunned down, a suicide mission. it's not cryptic,
its all to follow in your peaceful family's Dove footsteps.
You are reserves, mercenaries, abundant in Trafalgar Square,
left to carry obesity and bird flu, not messages and notes.
I guess if you wanted you could race abroad,
but why bother? you're fattened up on the people's scraps
and deserve the easy life,
and to not get moaned at for being another British Vermin
protected by the government
and getting fat on free hand outs.

1 comment:

  1. Lots of puns here on the 3 blind mice, though slightly confused - line two 'rats with wings' usually means pigeons - then you go on about buck teeth and tom & jerry and it must be mice/rats; the line 3/4 about chesse, jagged teeth, thin tail are totally confusing - cut and use in a poem about rats. The poem gets better as layers of meaning/research are added - the references to war effort, to professional racing pigeons(I think a separate breed, look it up) and then the layering with the current very hot debate about Benefits e.g. Benefit Street work incredibly well. You should take this poem to the research librarian during the week assigned for that, and you would make this a really excellent piece.

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