Benny The Conqueror 1955 Poem by Terry Collett

Benny held
his conker
from old string

Derek aimed
at it with
his conker

then brought his
down with speed
whacked Benny's

conker in
a wide arc
twirling round

Benny's hand
has it spilt?
Derek asked

Benny looked
at his brown
conker no

it's ok
Benny said
my go now

Derek held
his conker
from new string

Benny aimed
and whacked it
into two

and it flew
to the ground
that was my

fiftenner
Derek said
he picked up

the pieces
and walked off
Benny watched

him go off
and put his
conker in

his pocket
and walked back
into school

as the bell
was ringing
for lessons

history
with Mr Finn
The Normans

William
the wild eyed
Conqueror

just like him.