Vernon Scannell


Vernon Scannell
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  • ali-c(11/25/2019 9:00:00 AM)

    I like FORTNITE AND MY VIDEOS ARE 101% percent click bait

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  • SAY NO TO PPL WHO WAFFLE TOO MUCH(10/11/2019 1:03:00 PM)

    Great poems especially nettles
    PPL WHO LIKE FORTNITE ARE SAD

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  • Theta(4/9/2019 3:44:00 PM)

    What a brilliant collection of poems he says it as it is. Larkin wrote poetry should be “true an beautiful” scallion achieves beauty through simple truths put in most economical manner possible. This is the real world something one rarely sees in poetry.

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  • guccigirl2019(3/28/2019 12:20:00 PM)

    Im learning this poem a poem called nettles by Vernon scannel and is soooooooooo amazing

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  • dig dang dong(3/6/2019 1:06:00 PM)

    GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD

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  • newcomer(3/5/2019 9:05:00 AM)

    I just read 'Silver Wedding' and it is exceptionally sad, yet true.

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  • literacy lover(2/5/2019 10:14:00 AM)

    nettles- the moral of the poem is that he cannot protect his son forever, the nettles will always grow back.

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  • literacy lover(2/5/2019 10:10:00 AM)

    nettles is my favourite poem

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  • Ali-B(10/11/2018 4:32:00 AM)

    So do I and my videos are also clickbait

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  • Ali-A(9/26/2018 10:26:00 AM)

    i love fortnite and my videos are 100% clickbait :)

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Best Poem of Vernon Scannell

Nettles

My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears,
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
The boy came seeking comfort and I saw
White blisters beaded on his tender skin.
We soothed him till his pain was not so raw.
At last he offered us a watery grin,
And then I took my billhook, honed the blade
And went outside and slashed in fury with it
Till not a nettle in that fierce parade
Stood upright any more. And then I lit
A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead,
But in ...

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