part iii of the Jesus Army Saga—whack an ant

Whack an ant

O, brother Charlie
are you a sycophant to sense?
In pious softness spoke
the Jesus Army lad.
Why could I am be sick of ants?
That much a strange-some question you are ask.
St Elmo’s Fire plastered across
his Jesus Army face.

& Charlie kept to champing toast
n’ scrambled eggs.
Ants are get in my kitchen once
& got into I’s box of Weetabix
so did my angry-was n’ basht ‘em
with the Radio Times.
Charlie flew into demonstrating his
Whack-an-ant technique
in spasms like a wind up toy
his club arm, pre-historic
&…

4 thoughts on “part iii of the Jesus Army Saga—whack an ant

  1. This sort of writing is not usually my kind of thing, but you are really winning me over on these! Very very very very good! 🙂

    1. Cheers Someone. i like narrative poem or imaginative poetry. It’s how i got into poetry. i know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but Charlie is a culmination of loveable rogues & difficult not to fall head over heels for. Glad i have you on my side.

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