Terry Collett

Gold Star - 22,113 Points (13/12/1947 / LONDON)

No Clothes 1976 - Poem by Terry Collett

She said who am I and
what am I doing here?
They all said that
he said all of them

but she was different
she had a darker
tone of voice
and her eyes haunt me

to this day
and she was often heard
at the opposite end
of the ward

singing Puccini arias
and some of the others complained
she'll drive us mad
drive us over the edge

so she sang Mozart instead
and walked about stark naked
and some of the guys
liked that but the nurses

soon dressed her again
after all one can't have
that kind of thing
he said can we?

She cornered him once
and said Bach gets jealous
if I don't sing his arias
but he can go suck himself

I like Puccini and Mozart
and now and then she'd concede
and off she'd go
with some Bach thing

loud and clear
as a bell in a valley
and she slept
in the women's dormitory

and hated it when the big woman
tried to climb into her bed for sex
she hated that
like a darn hippo she said

hippo in bed with me
do you know what
she does on Sundays?
He said she goes

to the hospital chapel
and sings the Mass in Latin
and pisses off the C of E clergy guy
and he complains

but she just sings louder
and that Monday last
she punched that fat dame
in the nose because

she touched her ass at breakfast
and broke her nose
and naked again
no clothes.

Topic(s) of this poem: madness


Comments about No Clothes 1976 by Terry Collett

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/21/2016 3:19:00 AM)


    Very wonderful drafting shared on really. Wisely penned.10 (Report) Reply

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