Submitted by Pamela on 9 May 2013 - 4:23pm
I read a book by Michael Rosen which illustrated that there is poetry in everyday language - if you listen out for it. So I listened - and sure enough - I heard some as I was travelling on the 227 bus. It was late on a Thursday afternoon. Two weary women were sitting in front of me, chatting to each other and I couldn't help hearing what they said.
When I got off the bus I wrote down their words so I wouldn't forget.
The first section was spoken by one woman; the second was the response of her companion.
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Next time,
When I come back,
I'll be a man.
They say
"You can do it!"
Like you were born like it...
Like...
"You can do all the work!"
Next time
I'll be a man.
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Next time,
When I come back,
I'll be a Rottweiler.
They get respect.
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