‘Look At All Those Monkeys!’ a poem by Spike Milligan

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‘If I Could Write Words’ – a poem by Spike Milligan

Anyone would think I liked Spike Milligan, wouldn’t they? Well I do – particularly his deeper, more emotional poems. This one is one such little gem – short but sweet. I hope you enjoy it.

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Maveric – a poem by Spike Milligan

Maveric Prowles
Had rumbling bowels
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
And gave the folks a fright.
The doctor called;
He was appalled
When through his stethoscope
He heard the sound of a baying hound,
And the acrid smell of smoke.
Was there a cure?
‘The higher the fewer’
The learned doctor said,
Then turned poor Maveric inside out
And stood him on his head.
‘Just as I thought
You’ve been and caught
An Asiatic flu –
You musn’t go near dogs I fear
Unless they come near you.’
Poor Maveric cried.
He went cross-eyed,
His legs went green and blue.
The doctor hit him with a club
And charged him one and two.
And so my friend
This is the end,
A warning to the few:
Stay clear of doctors to the end
Or they’ll get rid of you.

Spike Milligan

We’re (and by we, I mean me) on a Spike Milligan roll this week. I hope you enjoyed this one – please share!

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Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

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Unto Us… – a poem by Spike Milligan

Somewhere at some time
They committed themselves to me
And so, I was!
Small, but I WAS!
Tiny, in shape
Lusting to live
I hung in my pulsing cave.
Soon they knew of me
My mother –my father.
I had no say in my being
I lived on trust
And love
Tho’ I couldn’t think
Each part of me was saying
A silent ‘Wait for me
I will bring you love!’
I was taken
Blind, naked, defenseless
By the hand of one
Whose good name
Was graven on a brass plate
in Wimpole Street,
and dropped on the sterile floor
of a foot operated plastic waste
bucket.
There was no Queens Counsel
To take my brief.
The cot I might have warmed
Stood in Harrod’s shop window.
When my passing was told
My father smiled.
No grief filled my empty space.
My death was celebrated
With tickets to see Danny la Rue
Who was pretending to be a woman
Like my mother was.

Spike Milligan

This poem is so unlike anything we normally expect to read from Spike Milligan – I just had to share it, it’s so powerful. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

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Granny – a poem by Spike Milligan

Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!

Spike Milligan

Just a little something to amuse you! 🙂 I hope you enjoy it.

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com