It’s another lovely weekend, if a bit cold, so you might want to spend a bit of time indoors and you might be looking for some entertainment. I know of few people more entertaining than Performance Poet, Cynthia Hamilton. (Yes, Capital P’s.)
So here’s my latest podcast, with her and me chewing the fat. And at the end of this post, a lovely poem from Cynthia to cheer your day, or make you feel a bit queasy!
Enjoy the programme…and tell your friends.
Or here on Soundcloud.
Let me know if you have trouble getting it to work and here goes with Cynthia’s poem. (Non-British people – spotted dick is a British dessert!)
Cannabalism: A Five Course Poem
Cannibals from far and wide
have tried to hide their fleshy wants
of spleen and kidneys on the side
and eyeballs for their vol-au-vents.
Here come the guests
so nicely dressed
they help themselves to soup and rolls
with happiness they will digest the fingers
in the finger bowl.
I see the maid has been and laid
the table for our carnivores
if only she were well-behaved
she made a lovely plat du jour.
“It’s nice to see variety
I can’t decide what I like most!
the stir-fried Aborigine
or then again the jam on host.”
Another feast it seems has ceased
they’re quite replete and almost sick
dessert was shunned to say the least
a funny-looking spotted dick…