Poetry Magazines - The best collection of poetry magazines online - Simon Armitage

Poetry Library Southbank Centre - The Poetry Library housing the Arts Council Collection at Southbank Centre

« Previous item
Contents of this issue
Next item »

Alan Dixon

print this page

Dissatisfied Jack

Call this a dinner?
I call it a snack.
You eat like a bird
Said matter-of-fact Jack.

This place is a shambles;
Every wall has a crack.
I was cracked to come here
Said matter-of-fact Jack.

Did you learn how to cook
At school, so far back?
It doesn’t look likely
Said matter-of-fact Jack

I’ve lost thirteen pounds.
My pants have gone slack;
And it’s not the elastic
Said mummy’s boy Jack.

Why don’t we have carpets
To soften your clack?
Why don’t you wear thong things
More often? said Jack.

Whenever I want it
You are stiff as a rack,
A rack with no netting
Said randified Jack.

Those sexy net stockings,
The bargain, the pack,
And the black suspenders?
Did they walk? said Jack.

If you must have the truth,
Said Jill, the brass tack
Itself, this suspender
Can dangle a Jack,

So put your fat neck in.
I’ll pull down the slack
That hangs in the pants
Of matter-of-fact Jack.

 

Page(s) 36

Back to top