Igor Zidane wrote:I'm thinking of publishing my book of scouse poetry , i'd like some constructive critisim please .
HAHUM (clears throte)
Mary Maguire ,
She pee'd in the fire ,
the fire was to hot ,
so she pee'd in the pot ,
the pot was to round ,
so she pee'd on the ground,
the ground was to flat ,
so she pee'd on the cat,
and the cat ran away with the pee on it's back .
My wee doggies dead,
he died for the want of bread,
get abit of coal ,
and stick it up his hole,
my wee doggies dead.
and lastly a personal favourite .
The boy stood on the burning deck ,
picking his nose like mad,
he rolled it into little balls ,
and flicked em at his dad.
I thankyou!!!!!!!



I especially enjoyed the motif of maturing to manhood in your last poem. If I read you correctly, and I think I do, the fire represents the passage from youth to adulthood and the imagery of the child flicking snot balls at his father captures the existential angst all young men feel as the grow older and take on more and more characteristics of the very fathers they have spent their lives rebelling against. Huzzah to you sir, your composition was a masterpiece on at least 15 separate levels.
