I was born in May 1945. My first memory of writing, would
be when I was about nine years old. The teacher, Miss
Patterson, had asked us all to write a poem about something
that had happened to us the week before. Well, by coincidence
I’d had a bout of the runs so my poem described
the aroma, and bodily noises that go along with this complaint.
“Stanley
Brown!” she shouted, as she hauled me to the front
of the class, to tell me off for being rude. But I couldn’t
fail to notice her wry smile as she sent me down to the
headmistress with the offending rhyme. I got a similar
reaction from her, and thought. “It’s great
this, I can use words like bum and trump, and not get
into trouble”. Within a couple of days every kid
in the school was reciting it in the playground, and I’d
assumed cult status.
I carried on writing intermittently over the years, but
they were poems of the flowery sort that family and friends
had asked me to write for birthday cards, weddings or obituaries.
I never really enjoyed this style of writing, I just gritted
my teeth and saw it as a duty.
Then,
about two years ago, I decided to set up a web page. My
site was based on digital photography and, just for a bit
of padding, I included a couple of very short poems. I got
no response at all to my photography, but lots of emails
regarding the poems. So, that’s how I came to start
writing the comedy stuff again.
Blame it all on Miss Patterson!
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