Thursday, 8 December 2011

'Jack' Sonnets to the Fictitious Famous



Fallen prince of a paradise long lost,

Red hair grown wild over once freckled cheeks,

Over the heat of summer lays a frost,

The boys advanced like birds; all claws and beaks.

Chief of a tribe of ramshackle wolf cubs,

Wandering along sandy beaches and not streets,

Hands that trembled once in fear hit like clubs.

Innocent boys now degenerate freaks.

Embodiment of pride; the devils sin.

Spearing a pig with a face painted red,

King of Castle Rock, frees his evil twin,

The Savage screams as Piggy falls down dead

All in all its just a little boys game,

Out on the island that drove them insane