this is the last of the series. but don’t blubber your eyes red, there are plenty more Charlie poems. i will post more of his adventures after a brief hiatus from his world. he has some thinking to do after this episode in his strangesome life. thanks for reading & commenting— i like to talk Charlie.
Charlie is Done For (Worst joke in the World)
Like an ascetic, chocolate smothered round their gob
done Charlie lookt chagrin, he gone sullied him’s self
: lambast with hurts them Jesus Army twats
: we heard the rumours too, the truth
of your established occupation in the sinful art of comedy!
I knows I’s crap at doing comic’s job
me (h)art’s not in it though i swears
—n’ ‘sin full’ up, you looking at wrongly bad all.
I work me hard much than the most, at that I’m even hate.
It wasn’t mine who got the idea for it, honest.
Him has been much glad with the change
to Coco-Pops rather than Weetabix, scrambled eggs
& farm life, the ease is up him soon needing return to tantrum crowds.
I thunk up an new joke if you’ll hear— you laugh, I stay…
: what footwears do an bad chap like best… moccasin, d’you get it!
…since before Oojoo’s birth, no silence heavier
than at that breakfast table been
— one of the Brothers toppled to the tiles
flapping like fish out water ranting in jargon of tongues.
The daftness of his brain done minus him a bed
& nosh that made him happy in the chest.
He trudge with spondee feet the muddy exit path
reluctant Charlie wave at faces sour of he
a few of them with sorcery him tookt out Death
: the cow crushed boy, of ignorance
done Godly God them made, of Charlie’s good.
A minutes silence for the fate determined him …