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Silly Old Baboon

Silly Old Baboon by Spike MilliganThere was a baboonWho one afternoonSaid I think I will fly to the sunSo with great palmsstrapped to his armshe started his takeoff runMile after mileHe galloped in styleBut never once left the groundYou’re going too slow said a passing crowTry reaching the speed of soundSOhe put on a spurtMy God how it hurtboth the soles of his feet caught on fireAs he went through a streamThere were great clouds of steamBut he never got any higherOn and on through the nightboth his knees caught alightclouds of smoke billowed out of his rear!!!Quick to his aidWere the fire brigadeThey chased him for over a yearMany moons passed byDid Baboon ever flyDid he ever get to the sunI’ve just heard today,he’s well on his wayHe’ll be passing through Acton at one.PS – well, what do you expect from a baboon

Joanne McBride ● 5642d4 Comments

I had forgotten about this poem!  Maybe we should have a BaboonWatch programme...

Gill Hothersall ● 5642d

Does Acton come up in any other poetry?

Sara Nathan ● 5641d

There's this one...from Sir John Betjeman's autobiographical poem, "Summoned by Bells"Great was our joy, Ronald Hughes Wright's and mine,To travel by the underground all dayBetween the rush hours, so that very soonThere was no station, north to Finsbury Park,To Barking eastwards, Clapham Common south,No temporary platform in the westAmong the Actons and the Ealings whereWe had not once alighted. MetrolandBeckoned us out to land in beechy Bucks...

Cari Wilkins ● 5640d

oh well spottedAll I could find was "Harold Acton" and "Acton Bell" Neitehr helped!

Sara Nathan ● 5639d