Marie N Davis

Marie N Davis
Marie N Davis

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Flowers from Millie and Daisy

Any redolence overpowered by the pungent scent of old urine, new urine and other scents impregnated into the carpets, there are, Glory be to the Lord, full twelve yellow roses on the old table in the room where Granpa spends his long long days
N'er an air freshner, worse, never any disinfectant; cleaning materials, forget it!
How on earth have you been brung up your snappers, your mindset?
Your humanity you misandrists you
And you were teaching little sprogs and big sprogs too at Skool
Oh the 'Larkins in the Spring Air'
Sophist and Lorenzo, then Joanna, and Naomi is your names (Naomi Davis - the cleaner, her Mum says she pays her £400 a monthy to do it, clean the house. Naomi lives im Belfast)
In you nip, Grandpa Grandpa, we can't do nowt but have some flowers; bootiful 'ent they?
The Carers look at the twelve yellow roses and wonder why ....and on ad nauseum my friends ad nauseum!!!


References
Yea! In the day of your distress, when your men fall dying by the murderous hand of Hector, you shall not know how to help them, and shall rend your heart with rage for the hour when you offered insult to the bravest of the Achaeans."


Lark in the Clear Air - Irish lilt (trad)
'Larkin P.' - Poet Laureate and 'Your parents fuck you up' ode(copyright)
Book 1 Iliad

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