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Spike Milligan (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002 / Ahmednagar)
Poems by Spike Milligan : 8 / 49
Feelings
There must be a wound!
No one can be this hurt
and not bleed.
How could she injure me so?
No marks
No bruise
Worse!
People say 'My, you're looking well'
.....God help me!
She's mummified me -
ALIVE!
Spike Milligan
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Read poems about / on: people, god, wind
Poems by Spike Milligan : 8 / 49
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Spike Milligan always had a unique sense of humour which carries in this poem. One should see the funny side of life, and in the ordinary Spike found the absurd fascinating.
One should think of the Goon Show as the more absurd version of this poem.
Humour is a great restorative, particularly to something treated so seriously as spurned affection (which I assume is the object of this poem) .
The serious side. Yet he can still conclude with something of a laugh. Wonderful. Paul.
how can this poem not be in the top 500? ? it's great
This poem is really really A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!
Thank you so much for giving us the chance to enjoy it, Mr. Milligan :)
good poem, thats how love hurts......