A Guest Of Her Majesty For Friend Thad Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
A Guest Of Her Majesty For Friend Thad
Brunhilde Bloggs no fixed address.
Was very fond of cheap red wine.
Somewhat disordered in her dress.
Her voice a grating nasal whine.
She begs for cash from passersby.
Her manner almost threatening.
Her raging thirst to satisfy
at each refusal glowering.
A policeman tells her “move along”
and she reacts aggressively
Insists she has done nothing wrong.
But he has little sympathy
He has no choice but to arrest
and take her into custody.
She has become a public pest.
Which no one is allowed to be
Brunhilde Bloggs has an address
at least for several months to come.
She got what she deserved no less
but she was luckier than some.
Who passed out cold and froze to death
in some back alley out of sight.
A victim to cold winters breath
in drunken dreams of sheer delight.
11-Sep-08
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You have a brave and generous heart, wonderfully written and good flow. thanks for sharing Michael
I love your flow of words and your rhyming.Wish I can do that. A nice and touching piece.
Hi Ivor! ! A fascinating & poignant poem and story! Her disorderly conduct kept her alive thru' that winter the many others, not so lucky. A great read about a growing problem in this society... Best regards ! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad
haha great story...poor woman, but atleast she's not dead....is this a recollection of a true story? ? ? Pity beggars, it is fortunate that we have all we have..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice story and rhyming scheme.Liked it! A 10!