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Introduction
An Owner's Complaint
The Cub Scout Diary
Glasgow
Judith
Photo in St James' Park
Poem de terre
Pop and Me
The Price of Art in Luton
Relaxing with Taxidermy
Smothering Sunday
Culture Shock
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Poem de terre

I'm not a normal person
whatever that may be
there is something very very vegetable
about me,
this human skin I'm skulking in
it's only there for show,
I'm a potato.
When I told my father
it was something of a blow,
he was hurt
and he called me a dirty so-and-so.
He kicked up a racket
and he grabbed me by the jacket;
I said, 'Daddy will you pack it in
I need you for my father not my foe
Daddy, will you try and help me grow,
won't you love me for my blemishes
and look me in the eye
before one of us is underground
and the other says goodbye?'
And he said 'No'.

When I was a schoolboy
I never knew why
I was so crap at cross-country running
but now I know
why I was so slow.
I'm a potato.

This poem is from Beyond our Kennel