Brian P FitzGerald

Ermine The Earwig Is Shocked - Poem by Brian P FitzGerald

speaking of shocking things
as people do these days
i noted an incident in the centre last week
which really made my blood run cold
a portly but dignified gentleman with a green monocle
and a nonchalant manner

suddenly reached up to his left eye
pulled it from its socket and ate it

the consternation in the chooch was immediate
coffee cups were upturned on all sides
and fay traders screamed loudly
i sat huddled in the corner

the chooch wadding, or was it the honsic, was equal to the occasion
sweating profusely he drew on his dignity and
said you cannot do this ere

you cannot intimidate members of the fay trade team
i am wise beyond my many years,
man and youth in this chooch
you are a glass eater and that was a glass eye

why cant people mind their own biz
that was no glass eye it was a pickled onion
this is a curse of the chooch that waddings are forever
attempting to interfere and restrict the liberty of the individual

he picked himself up swallowed his cup of coffee strode into the vestry
and passed out of my life for ever….


(East Yorkshire,16 August 2014)

Topic(s) of this poem: religious

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Ermine lives in a crack under the carpet by the wall and is an ardent observer of the human condition - especially in the church centre.....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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