Guys, wrote this poem for a #Zeejlf contest. Reproducing here. Think not many may get the context given is based on two authors and their works. Will be ecstatic if proved wrong.
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A knock on the door
Followed by light throat-clearing
Startled little Bertie
Shook him off his bearing
Coz it was half past nine
In the Pollock household
But then you might ask
How was Bertie being so bold
As to be up at this hour
with Mama Pollock next door?
Well, it was imperative
As he needed to make sure
He needed to make sure
That his mum did not intend
To attend the school annual day
As the year wound to an end
And you might be forgiven
For thinking ill of him
But if you knew the plight of B.Pollock
You'd not take a view so dim
You see there was an essay
He’d written in ‘Evolved Thinking’ class
About (hypothetical) mothers who smothered
It’d been graded as well above pass
And now as was the norm
It was to be displayed
At the year end jamboree
It would be an understatement
To say his soul was afire
To prevent Mum from going
Was his only fervent desire
Checking the RSVP box
On the frustrating invite
He saw a large green tick
That intensified his fright
Followed by light throat-clearing
Startled little Bertie
Shook him off his bearing
Coz it was half past nine
In the Pollock household
But then you might ask
How was Bertie being so bold
As to be up at this hour
with Mama Pollock next door?
Well, it was imperative
As he needed to make sure
He needed to make sure
That his mum did not intend
To attend the school annual day
As the year wound to an end
And you might be forgiven
For thinking ill of him
But if you knew the plight of B.Pollock
You'd not take a view so dim
You see there was an essay
He’d written in ‘Evolved Thinking’ class
About (hypothetical) mothers who smothered
It’d been graded as well above pass
And now as was the norm
It was to be displayed
At the year end jamboree
It would be an understatement
To say his soul was afire
To prevent Mum from going
Was his only fervent desire
Checking the RSVP box
On the frustrating invite
He saw a large green tick
That intensified his fright
Right, back then to the knock -
dignified in timbre & beat
With heart beating hard
Bertie crept with silent feet
He peeped through the keyhole
Saw a chap, tall & serene
And perhaps it was the angle..
But he had a pretty large bean
Suddenly Bertie understood
It was the fellow from the papers
The one who promised
To clean up after capers
Now Bertie was no average kid
He was well above par
On intellect & sensitivity
And he knew this was bizarre
A chap from the papers?
He had certainly thought twice
Before ringing him up
And seeking his advice
And here was the guy
Come down to assist
To save his mum the pain
And get her to desist
So he let the fellow in
And a good decision it was
Coz even in mellow light
He looked imbued with cause
He looked like a saviour
A sartorially impressive one
With a calm, intelligent face
And a head that weighed a ton
And in quick hushed whispers
Bertie told the sordid tale
Never once did the man flinch, though
he might've gone a bit pale
At the mention of the mother
His gaze did seem to haunt
As if recalling another world
Awash with strident aunts
So Bertie stood politely
Till he returned to the now
‘Well Sir, this is quite a pickle.’
He said with raised brow
But we shall find a way
To get Mrs Pollock to stay away
To put her off the notion
Of attending the annual day
With that promise, he glid away
dignified in timbre & beat
With heart beating hard
Bertie crept with silent feet
He peeped through the keyhole
Saw a chap, tall & serene
And perhaps it was the angle..
But he had a pretty large bean
Suddenly Bertie understood
It was the fellow from the papers
The one who promised
To clean up after capers
Now Bertie was no average kid
He was well above par
On intellect & sensitivity
And he knew this was bizarre
A chap from the papers?
He had certainly thought twice
Before ringing him up
And seeking his advice
And here was the guy
Come down to assist
To save his mum the pain
And get her to desist
So he let the fellow in
And a good decision it was
Coz even in mellow light
He looked imbued with cause
He looked like a saviour
A sartorially impressive one
With a calm, intelligent face
And a head that weighed a ton
And in quick hushed whispers
Bertie told the sordid tale
Never once did the man flinch, though
he might've gone a bit pale
At the mention of the mother
His gaze did seem to haunt
As if recalling another world
Awash with strident aunts
So Bertie stood politely
Till he returned to the now
‘Well Sir, this is quite a pickle.’
He said with raised brow
But we shall find a way
To get Mrs Pollock to stay away
To put her off the notion
Of attending the annual day
With that promise, he glid away
A week hence this incident
A gent came home to talk
And it would not be amiss
To pronounce I.Pollock in shock
You see she’d been propositioned
No, not of the indecent kind
But one that meant to compliment
Her apparently brilliant mind
You see the national paper
Led by a Mr Reggie Jeeves
Wanted to do a piece
On I.Pollock & her peeves
Capture her very essence
Get her views to share
And if you knew Irene Pollock
You’d know no paucity there
And as you might guess
There was only the one day
When said interview could happen
Old Murphy again, you could say
She tottered toward Bertie
With a deeply worried expression
Young Bertie was alarmed
He was a child with consideration
Then she said to him,
‘Bertie, what dilemma!’
‘My life has become’
‘No less than comic cinema!’
Attending your annual day,’
‘You know is so very vital!’
‘But to edify young Scotland’
‘Is bigger than any recital!!’
And dear Bertie,’
‘I know you must feel so bad,’
‘But I have the only one chance’
‘And it simply must be had!’
I shall make it up to you,’
‘My sweet boy so kind!’
‘My gracious polite son,’
‘Do you terribly mind?’
Young Bertie kept his face
Steady as can be
And with sweetness & grace
Set his tortured mother free
A gent came home to talk
And it would not be amiss
To pronounce I.Pollock in shock
You see she’d been propositioned
No, not of the indecent kind
But one that meant to compliment
Her apparently brilliant mind
You see the national paper
Led by a Mr Reggie Jeeves
Wanted to do a piece
On I.Pollock & her peeves
Capture her very essence
Get her views to share
And if you knew Irene Pollock
You’d know no paucity there
And as you might guess
There was only the one day
When said interview could happen
Old Murphy again, you could say
She tottered toward Bertie
With a deeply worried expression
Young Bertie was alarmed
He was a child with consideration
Then she said to him,
‘Bertie, what dilemma!’
‘My life has become’
‘No less than comic cinema!’
Attending your annual day,’
‘You know is so very vital!’
‘But to edify young Scotland’
‘Is bigger than any recital!!’
And dear Bertie,’
‘I know you must feel so bad,’
‘But I have the only one chance’
‘And it simply must be had!’
I shall make it up to you,’
‘My sweet boy so kind!’
‘My gracious polite son,’
‘Do you terribly mind?’
Young Bertie kept his face
Steady as can be
And with sweetness & grace
Set his tortured mother free
So it came to pass
D-day passed without comment
But Bertie learned a lesson
Of never to (accidentally) foment
And he remained forever grateful
To Mr Reginald, that gent so sage
Especially when his mum’s article
Featured on The Scotman’s front page
D-day passed without comment
But Bertie learned a lesson
Of never to (accidentally) foment
And he remained forever grateful
To Mr Reginald, that gent so sage
Especially when his mum’s article
Featured on The Scotman’s front page
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