PoemThe ABC
Author / PoetSpike Milligan
TagsGrievances

‘Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud “Tut-Tut!”

Said A to B, “I don’t like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!”

“I disagree,” said D to B,
“I’ve never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O.”

C was vexed, “I’m much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I’m made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape.”

“He’s right” said E; said F, “Whoopee!”
Said G, “‘Ip, ‘Ip, ‘ooray!”
“You’re dropping me,” roared H to G.
“Don’t do it please I pray.”

“Out of my way,” LL said to K.
“I’ll make poor I look ILL.”
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

“U know,” said V, “that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I’m half as young as he.”

X and Y yawned sleepily,
“Look at the time!” they said.
“Let’s all get off to beddy byes.”
They did, then “Z-z-z.”

Spike Milligan
Spike Milligan
16 Apr 1918 - 27 Feb 2002
Region: British, Northern Europe
Period: Contemporary
Movement: Absurdist Comedy
Awards: British Comedy Award

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BumpFear, Light
FeelingsEmotion, Suffering
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A Combustible Woman From ThangChaotic, Women
Go North, South, East, And West, Young ManDiscover
GrannyChaos, Disruption, Surprise
Goodbye S.S.Door, Dreams, Girl
HalvedAlone, Beauty, Love

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