New Poem By Jacob Sanders

Jacob Sanders is another talented BA student in CW at Kingston University. Here is his villanelle from my Poetry Now module.

Mrs Jones’ Jungle Boogie

It turns out the show's only just started when the fat lady's sang.

But mum had told me it'd be over when Mrs Jones came on,

So imagine my surprise when she burst into Kool & the Gang.

It was at this talent show; I'd come to see this smoking Orang-utan.

I'd seen the mediocre 'Mystico', the lacklustre 'Lassie' and a midget called Ron.

It turns out the show's only just started when the fat lady's sang.

The final act was to be signalled with a gong and a bang,

Then out came Mrs Jones, the size of the entire Yukon.

So imagine my surprise when she burst into Kool & the Gang.

I guess it was a perfect example of yin and yang

And since it happened Mrs Jones is quite the local icon.

It turns out the show's only just started when the fat lady's sang.

It'd seemed like she'd be better suited at a competition eating pie, or meringue,

At her local diner with her 20% off coupon.

So imagine my surprise when she burst into Kool & the Gang.

The bass kicked in, she belted it out and the whole audience sprang

Into frenzy and boogied, like night had been and gone.

It turns out the show's only just started when the fat lady's sang

So imagine my surprise when she burst into Kool & the Gang.

poem by Jacob Sanders

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