Treasure Island

Benjamin Zephaniah

(15 April 1958 / Birmingham)

Who's Who


I used to think nurses
Were women,
I used to think police
Were men,
I used to think poets
Were boring,
Until I became one of them.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Jetty J Newnham (11/16/2012 6:03:00 AM)

    Good stuff it reminds me of Spike Milligan & Roald Dahl. I grew up reading Spike my daughters read Dahl & now I will encourage my grandchildren to read Benjamin! All power to your writing hand & we can look to a future where your writing hand is more powerful than your fighting hand (Report) Reply

  • Jena Herbert (4/18/2005 11:06:00 AM)

    I love this poem! It is short and sweet. I saw Benjamin Zephaniah and I am a big fan! He has great humour. (Report) Reply

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