Sunday, 22 February 2009

A Puppy Called Puberty

I heard this last night on radio 4, read by Andrew Marr. It amused me.
It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy

You wanted to pat him, stroke him, cuddle him
All the time you weren’t supposed to touch him.

He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he’d suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides.

So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxon conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.

Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging-
He only stopped being a nuisance
When you were alone together
Pretending to be doing your homework
But really gazing at each other
Through hot and laxy daydreams.

Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus
With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.
By Adrian Mitchell


3 comments:

  1. Merci, merci! Oh I love you, thanks so much for this! I read this poem ages ago and lost my copy of it so I have been going around for years looking for this. I had forgotten the title and poet, and could only remember the kittens bouncing in sweaters! Thanks so much for putting this on!

    p/s: You're not weird, nor do you post weird things!

    -Maia-

    ReplyDelete
  2. it would be great to make a literal analysis of this poem

    ReplyDelete

Please leave your comment here. Note that comments are moderated and only those in French or in English will be published. Thank you for taking the time to read this blog and to leave a thought.