Anthem for a Doomed Toothiirc, I was in the unhappy position of doing war poems at both gcse and a level
can't wait till jack catches up and posts a pic of a war memorial with a sassoon or owen quote
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Anthem for a Doomed Toothiirc, I was in the unhappy position of doing war poems at both gcse and a level
can't wait till jack catches up and posts a pic of a war memorial with a sassoon or owen quote
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“I pretend that I don’t know ‘em…Imagine if she accidentally quoted one the canal’s (many) “Why you cry” poems.
Rudyard Kipling? Bit gauche darling
Jack's been grunking but doesn't want to be too obvious about it, so she went looking for a war poet that we hadn't mentioned.Rudyard Kipling? Bit gauche darling
That's nice dear. Any plans for tomorrow?
I would love it if she started quoting passages from books.That's nice dear. Any plans for tomorrow?
Baby got BacchaeOh I hope we get Euripides Jack, although of course she's had it harder than every protagonist of every Greek tragedy. Sure, Pentheus was tricked by a god, torn limb from limb by temporarily maddened women and ended up with his own mother planning to nail his severed head up above the front door, but Jack once ran out of jam.
Jack Monroe attempts Sylvia Plath.Oh look, Jack has found an interesting site on the internet that lists snippets of poetry and can copy and paste.
This is the woman who can barely string a sentence together without looking at her notes when she's on with our Lorraine.
Ah no. She's already ruined Thursdays by declaring it (chaff) Cookie DayI would love it if she started quoting passages from books.
Let’s start with Haruki Murakami and Pat Barker.
I'm so thankful right now that I'm getting old and have memories to replace all the school learning shite. It's ~literally~ all fallen out of my head! I just remember the best bits!I’ve also just remembered that I quoted some Sassoon in a GCSE Drama piece that I wrote and died a little inside![]()
She sounds like a real laugh down the pub, I used to work in an old man's bar and I have heard many a ballad and tune on the spoons and I'd rather that any day that her terrible terrible poetry reading.
Well now. I can play the spoonsShe sounds like a real laugh down the pub, I used to work in an old man's bar and I have heard many a ballad and tune on the spoons and I'd rather that any day that her terrible terrible poetry reading.
AMAZING!! The mention of the smale fowl quite brought a tear to mine eye….WHAN that twatte with hir shoures aromatyk
The swiving droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every visage in swich faceteune,
Of which vertu engendred is the lye; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath for every chaos and mankyed teeth
The tendre croppes (too late to sowe), and the yonge sonne Hath in the Jam his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles name-d Terrye maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open paytned ye,
(So priketh hir nature in hir corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge stoores,
To ferne Asda's, couthe in sootee Londres; And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Soothund they wende.