Another go at one of the BBC’s top one hundred poems in English, this one based on The Way Through The Woods by Rudyard Kipling which came in at no. 48. It was one of my father’s all time favourites so I hope he’ll forgive the liberty. As before, I take the first line and the structure and then go off on a frolic of my own…
They shut the road through the woods.
It’s caused some constrenation.
It isn’t right; it’s beyond the pale;
We deserve an explanation.
Someone said, ‘There’s been a death.’
Another announced, ‘It’s pretty gory.’
But this is such a magical place
That must be some fairy story.
We’ll ask Ma Hood; she’ll know the truth,
Or those two in that sweet cottage,
Or that girl who lives with those seven blokes
And makes the Bears their porridge.
It’s been confirmed; someone’s dead;
They’ve been pulled limb from limb.
I know they’ll blame Old Man Wolfe,
But my bet’s on the Brothers Grimm.