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This is a reading of the poem “The Marrog” by R.C. Scriven
EXACTLY as it appears in the Kaye Webb-edited
“I Like This Poem”.
I have since found a variant version,
on the intyweb, that includes some excised rhymes.
I hope they were not stripped just to make the text fit.
That’s like Cinderella’s sisters hacking off their toes ; a bloody mess.
Hiss ! Boo ! And “off with her head !”.
KILLS the TEMPO. Not impressed. It’s gouging out the Moaning Leaser’s ayes !!
Nevertheless – here you may hear what was spared and not pared. Grrr.
The Marrog
by R. C. Scriven
My desk’s at the back of the class
And nobody, nobody knows
I’m Marrog from Mars
With a body of brass
And seventeen fingers and toes.
Wouldn’t they shriek if they knew
I’ve three eyes at the back of my head
And my hair is bright purple
My nose is deep blue,
And my teeth are half yellow, half red ?
My five arms are silver with knives on them sharper than spears
I could go back right now if I liked-
And return in a million light years
I could gobble them all for
I’m seven foot tall
And I’m breathing green flames from my ears.
Wouldn’t they yell if they knew,
If they guessed that a Marrog was here?
Ha-ha they haven’t a clue-
Or wouldn’t they tremble with fear !
“Look, look a Marrog!”
They’d all scrum and shout.
The blackboard would fall and the ceiling would crack
And the teacher would faint, I suppose.
But I grin to myself, sitting right at the back
And Nobody, nobody knows.
