PURE R U B B I S H
Queen Mary gave birth
To all mice and no mirth
And dropped her sweet head
On the bulldozers girth
So it happened to pass
When the boy got the lash
The clouds uttered nonsense
Of god’s holy wrath
It stirred me awake
And I called from my bed
As a shelf full of piggy banks
Fell ‘pon by head
And the little girl’s prayer
Pickled with lace
No breakfast for me
No sausage no eggs
It’s tepid tap water
And soggy cornflakes
(Poetry D. Commisso)
