#100peoplepoems seven: Uncle Norman

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March 20, 2016 by Sez

It’s Cemetery Sunday. So, not to put too fine a point on it, somebody who’s dead.

My Uncle Norman lived to be 106 but in this poem he’s 98, and I’m 12.


I press this button, do I?

And then the little chap…

Oh, there he goes! Now then

This tortoisey fellow looks 

Up to no good to me…

Ha ha! That’s seen him off!

I want the mushroom, do I?

Look at that! He’s twice the size!

Rather like Alice in Wonderland,

Don’t you think?

What’s this chap’s name again?

Mario. Italian… 

Mario nel Paese delle Meraviglie…

Oh! Now look! he’s small again.

I think he’s had his chips.

Come on then: you can show me how

To play it properly…

In the kitchen

My mother tells your son

What an antisocial waste of time 

The damn thing is.


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