the Factory Gates of Mr Morgan McCutcheons Meat Factory…

i arrived at the gate at a quarter to three

right where the ticket had told us to be

after some sighs and a bang on the gate

McCutcheon appeared (he was 12 minutes late)

 

'i am the Marvellous Morgan McCutcheon'

he then removed with his finger a nasal obstruction

with the stance of a teapot -(one arm to the sky)-

he -FLICKED!- the obstruction and just missed some lads eye.

 

'ladies and gentlemen, boils and giggles

do not be alarmed if my facial hair wriggles

my sideburns, my goatee, my manly moustache..

are in fact earthworms with brown wool attached.'

 

with the stance of a teapot-(one hand to his ear)-

a drum then a cymbal was followed by cheer

and with a tip of his hat and a stroke of his beard

he beckoned us into from where he'd appeared…….

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4 Responses to the Factory Gates of Mr Morgan McCutcheons Meat Factory…

  1. Jamie says:

    This will go down in history as one of the most classic poems ever. Children will study it, books will be written..very, very well done!

  2. jenny says:

    I hope you're planning to share more stanzas of this poem. Even if it is about a meat factory. Blech!

  3. navelgazer says:

    …book groups will be formed to discuss it alone. and then they will be wiped out by a mad blogger.

  4. i agree. there arent enough meat poems on the curriculum. we can all learn a lot from meat. reading, writing, arithmetic, meat.

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