Welcome to Poetry.com

Poetry.com is a huge collection of poems from famous and amateur poets from around the world — collaboratively published by a community of authors and contributing editors.

Navigate through our poetry database by subjects, alphabetically or simply search by keywords. You can submit a new poem, discuss and rate existing work, listen to poems using voice pronunciation and even translate pieces to many common and not-so-common languages.

STUNG

David Gabriel Caplan 1948 (Glasgow)

I was sitting by the window of my little bungalow
when I heard the garden gate being opened down below.
To my horror what I saw was a filthy-looking man
with a stained and tattered raincoat and a Gypsy Traveller tan.

In his hand he held a rope of heavy braided cord
attached to a Bull Mastiff, a massive dog good lord.
After only several paces this monster cocked a leg
then squatted down and shit, enough to fill a keg.

My lovely crazy paving was crowned with steaming dung
and I was paralysed as if I'd just been stung.
"I've come to clean your garden" said the man with a nicotine smile,
"Fifty quid to you old son; and for another fiver I'll also clean that pile."
Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)
Font size:
Collection  Edit     
 

Submitted on September 29, 2020

40 sec read
16 Views

David Gabriel Caplan

Brought up by a Jewish father and a French Catholic mother. Both of whom relegated religion to the category of " fairy tales." I thank them for their wisdom. I have had several interesting jobs in my life, both in the UK and in Australia, but the last 27 years before I retired were spent as a University Print Manager. I have been writing poetry since a child. My main interest is in Humour and Flash Fiction. I have one book to my credit, with two others which I am too lazy to do anything about! more…

All David Gabriel Caplan poems | David Gabriel Caplan Books

FAVORITE (0 fans)

Discuss this David Gabriel Caplan poem with the community:

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "STUNG" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 26 Feb. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/59042/stung>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest poetry community and poems collection on the web!

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    What are the first eight lines of a sonnet called?
    • A. octane
    • B. octet
    • C. octopus
    • D. octave

    Our favorite collection of

    Famous Poets

    »
    Poetry.com

    Thanks for your vote! We truly appreciate your support.