Juju Jazz Kazoo
For Michael Horovitz
He’s gonna blow –
down low, and groan.
Got himself a
Membranophone.
No spider’s web
across a cocoa tin,
or spouting Juju
to suck you in.
And he’ll not cloak
his voice
through a ceremonial veil,
or hook some fear
to his tuneful wail.
He’s gonna blow you
some jazz instead;
try and wake
them spirits
of the dead.
The humble kazoo
maybe made of tin,
but it is a weapon
of construction,
and can win
the war for ears
and minds, and he,
on a shaman’s journey
above a towering tree,
will blow his zobo
and get you high.
Pull together the fruit
of the toot.
Get in a line
and shuffle your foot –
Make a circle round the cat
that hums the ’zoo …
and hoot, and hoot, and hoot, and hoo!
The Horovitz tone
It’s hard to beat …
but this guy too, can spread some heat!
Police Greeting
On holiday in Brittany
I met two retired police officers:
a man and his wife.
They lived a life of bliss.
We greeted each other -
almost simultaneously,
and it sounded something like this:
'Hello.' 'Hello.' 'Hello.'
Anyone would think
we were all taking the piss!
The above poems are included in my new book: 'Isn't Sex Noisy'. Original Plus Publications.