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Golliwog Love

by laurafraser 

Posted: 07 December 2004
Word Count: 244
Summary: The obsolete gollywog is a reference to the black gollywog's that used to appear on marmalade jars but were taken off as they were deemed racist. They were toys for children. Rudyard Kipling essentially had a rather pessimistic view of life, viewing it without order and one that abounds in "chaos and anarchy." xLaura

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I am in love with a golliwog,
An obsolete wog who liked to drink grog and thatís why heís no longer at breakfast.
But sadly, that is not the subject de jour
So forgive me and come with me on a different tour.

If I could rip open my scalp and knead my brain and then bake it
Season it with some rosemary and then spit it out when it's done.
If I could suck up the motorways, factories, robots and all the WMD's,
If I could sit and realise that the words that I write are just words -
Their links may please some and then again they may not.

I want to send you my lips, my heart and my soul,
I want to make you see all that's black within.

Oh lets not be so pernickety!
I like the possibility of serendipity,
So stay and I may blow some cool breath to warm your face,
To rouge-rape your peach I admired so much yesteryear.

Is it as Kipling said?
Struggle, befuddled and live life in a constant muddle?
Is this what I must really expect
Then, for a 21st birthday cake?

But what of all the adjectives,
The words that describe and make clear? (Ha! Ha! You? Who is so un-clear).

-I'm afraid that none of this really amounts to much,
-I fear my face has grown lines.

So, let us finish tidily:
ĎIí am maternally internally pertinently eternal.

Ta da!

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joanie at 10:34 on 08 December 2004  Report this post
Hi Laura. Very sad, the demise of the Robertson's golly. I used to collect the paper ones which you then exchanged for a metal badge. I had lots of different ones - I wish I had kept them!

I do like

So stay and I may blow some cool breath to warm your face,
To rouge-rape your peach I admired so much yesteryear.


laurafraser at 22:14 on 08 December 2004  Report this post
Roberston's golly! forgot the name-thank-you for the reminder! thank-you for reading xlaura

Hamburger Yogi & PBW at 08:01 on 09 December 2004  Report this post
'To rouge-rape your peach I admired so much yesteryear.'

Terrific line!

laurafraser at 10:13 on 10 December 2004  Report this post
Thank-you Hamburger Yogi-'terrific' name!

Ticonderoga at 13:49 on 11 December 2004  Report this post
'to rouge-rape your peach' is a spectacularly impressive phrase, but the whole poem is stuffed to bursting with vigorous originality. Brava!

Love & Mercy,


The Walrus at 19:31 on 12 December 2004  Report this post
Astonishing. For me your work reads as a stream of unconscious, disjointed but oh so vivid. I like the way the tone oscillates between matter-of-fact to blatantly shocking to tender to a kinda of nonchalence(sp?) It's a bizarre combination that makes, as always, for a fascinating rollercoaster of a read.

The Walrus

laurafraser at 22:43 on 12 December 2004  Report this post
"vigorous orginality"-cheers for that! abd thank-you for reading

your comments on my poetry are always and a pleasure to read because you write in both a coherent and insightful way that always makes me look again at what i wrote in a 'new light'-much as fearless did-so thank-you!

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