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Roald Dahl

(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990 / Cardiff / Wales)

Dear friends, we surely all agree


'Dear friends, we surely all agree
There's almost nothing worse to see
Than some repulsive little bum
Who's always chewing chewing gum.
(It's very near as bad as those
Who sit around and pick the nose).
So please believe us when we say
That chewing gum will never pay;
This sticky habit's bound to send
The chewer to a sticky end.
Did any of you ever know
A person called Miss Bigelow?
This dreadful woman saw no wrong
In chewing, chewing all day long.
She chewed while bathing in the tub,
She chewed while dancing at her club,
She chewed in church and on the bus;
It really was quite ludicrous!
And when she couldn't find her gum,
She'd chew up the linoleum,
Or anything that happened near–
A pair of boots, the postman's ear,
Or other people's underclothes,
And once she chewed her boy friend's nose.
She went on chewing till, at last,
Her chewing muscles grew so vast
That from her face her giant chin
Stuck out just like a violin.
For years and years she chewed away,
Consuming fifty packs a day,
Until one summer's eve, alas,
A horrid business came to pass.
Miss Bigelow went late to bed,
For half an hour she lay and read,
Chewing and chewing all the while
Like some great clockwork crocodile.
At last, she put her gum away
Upon a special little tray,
And settled back and went to sleep–
(She managed this by counting sheep).
But now, how strange! Although she slept,
Those massive jaws of hers still kept
On chewing, chewing through the night,
Even with nothing there to bite.
They were, you see, in such a groove
They positively had to move.
And very grim it was to hear
In pitchy darkness, loud and clear,
This sleeping woman's great big trap
Opening and shutting, snap–snap–snap!
Faster and faster, chop–chop–chop,
The noise went on, it wouldn't stop.
Until at last her jaws decide
To pause and open extra wide,
And with the most tremendous chew
They bit the lady's tongue in two.
Thereafter, just from chewing gum,
Miss Bigelow was always dumb,
And spent her life shut up in some
Disgusting sanatorium.
And that is why we'll try so hard
To save Miss Violet Beauregard
From suffering an equal fate.
She's still quite young. It's not too late,
Provided she survives the cure.
We hope she does. We can't be sure.'

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Onyeme John (10/16/2012 4:43:00 PM)

    I love Roald Dahl with every beat of my heart
    I try as much to write as rich as that (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alec Fane (12/4/2011 9:14:00 PM)

    I think it's plain, I think it's clear
    What is meant, by this poem here.
    It is not crime, that Dahl did hate
    But all those things, which begin to grate.
    No, not muggers, nor robbers nor thieves,
    But all those irritating little pet peeves.
    From people sitting picking noses
    To tangled up garden hoses.
    Grinding teeth, and snapping jaws
    And all unpleasant character flaws.
    Whether you agree or no
    It's near time for me to go.
    But before I do depart
    I've one last thing to impart
    Dear friends, we surely all agree
    There is no poet quite like he. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sarah Ragan (11/24/2010 6:41:00 PM)

    In this poem i think he relates chewing gum to other crimes. I don't think anyone would hate chewing gum that much and he was sending a message about those who do crime are bound to have a sticky end. He might just really hate gum though! (Report) Reply

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