A washing hangs upon the line,
And so it ends.
across the street at Flossie’s place.
There’re three more verses. You should get a copy and have fun reciting it. The other thing I admire in this poem of
2007. I’ve never volunteered to be a hypnotist’s subject myself, too timid, but I have attended the odd club act with less reserved mates and smiled wryly at their performance on stage. The accent in this poem was inspired by a subject being interviewed after a street performance with Jason Brown in the UK and, in attempting to understand how Jason had performed his trick, the guy says, “me ‘ed is chaos inside”.