Almanac Poetry: a world-weary ten-year-old speaks
a world-weary ten-year-old speaks
my house is
not very
big
my mum
lives here
with my stepdad
so does
my younger
brother
and sister
sometimes
my nanna
and grandpop
also
come to stay,
and every year
my uncle
at Christmas
it’s hard
to move
around
in my house
‘cause there’s
so many
fucking
people
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Kevin Densley is a graduate of both Deakin University and The University of Melbourne. He has taught writing and literature in numerous Victorian universities and TAFES. He is a poet and writer-in-general. His fifth book-length poetry collection, Please Feed the Macaws ... I'm Feeling Too Indolent, was published in late 2023 by Ginninderra Press. He is also the co-author of ten play collections for young people, as well as a multi Green Room Award nominated play, Last Chance Gas, published by Currency Press. Other writing includes screenplays for educational films.

Love it KD!
Thanks, Col.
I could say that, in part, this poem’s an experiment in terms of the speaker in the poem.
Hi Kev, many years ago I had a crack at a nonsense poem. You see I had been invited to a luncheon at the Torrens Arms Hotel that the Goodwood Indians old timers baseball players were attending. At the luncheon, besides me, were Neil Davey, Peter Box, Bill Booker, Brian Illman, Jim Kostoglou and Doug Othams. Ken Frost sent his apology. It was a most enjoyable lunch and so when back home I set about composing the poem. Anyway, it goes like this.
“Right”, said DAVEY.
“We decided to BOX clever
And BOOKER a table
At the Torrens Arms
Where there was nary an ILLMAN in sight”
Many of us had the fish, with BATTER UP
It was quite in expensive, around the KOSTOGLOU
“What say you, Dougie”?
“MY bloody OTHAMS”, he sincerely replied.
“But it’s a pity Frost got lost”.
The gang all appreciated my effort, However, since then, all except me have passed away.
Thanks for your clever poetic effort, Fisho – the nonsense poem is an art in itself. Sorry to hear that all the other blokes have passed away.