Hawkiins is a juggins;
Jenkinson a muggins;
Wilkins takes delight
in reading Dickens
every night.
Hopkins plays at ninepins,
whilst Collins, like a gubbins,
has a yen for making rubbings
of the brasses in the aisle
of the parish church,
the style of which is Norman.
Higgins wants to be a doorman,
despite his mother's exhortations
that, rather than a doorman,
she would have him working as a foreman,
like his dear departed father
who, according to her medium,
is now coping with the tedium
of being: 'Cloud Nine Supervisor'
and assistant to Saint Peter,
for whom he reads the meter,
(a job he really hates),
that counts those passing
through Heaven's Pearly Gates.
Author notes
Prompt #10 - a brief introduction to my mates and the way they spend their lives. they're a wierd mob!
A contest entry
- Be Prompt by Darkwell.
1050 points, ended August 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is cute made me smile
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Thankyou for reading and commenting, and for your generous applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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im guessing your brittish or english from all the uggins 
i love the second part about the medium and how Higgins dad is a supervisor in heaven now 
very cute
WTG! Good luck in the contest
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