Poetry

Mine, and occasionally others'.

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by Donna How-I'm-Gonna-Cope-Come Summer

Sittin' here sweatin' my heart out waitin'
Waitin' for my temperature to fall
Tried about a thousand remedies lately
Want to bash my head on the wall

The Girl from Clapham

Ever wondered what Squeeze's Up The Junction might look like from the woman's point of view?

I never knew it was Gordon
The guy who came from Morden
His face was cute and handsome
So that's when we began some
Adventure most romantic
Impassioned snogging antics
He said I wasn't common
His chat-up lines were rotten

DMWs at Something Else Sistafest 2018

09/06/2018 - 14:00

Janine performs on the Saturday evening of the second Something Else Sistafest at Spring Farm, Duns Tew, Oxfordshire.

Acts confirmed so far..
3 Daft Monkeys, Skewwhiff, Quercus Burlesque, International C*nt Collective, Army of Skanks, Lila J, Kristina Stazaker, Natures Cage, Sally Ironmonger, Muddy Summers & the Dirty Field Whores, plus spoken word from Laura Taylor, Janine Booth and Bethany Gee..

DMWs at Loose Muse, London

11/07/2018 - 19:30

Janine will be performing poems from 'Disaffected Middle-aged Women' at LOOSE MUSE – London’s Premiere Women’s Writers Night.

Venue: upstairs @  The Sun Pub, 21 Drury Lane (on the corner of Betterton Street), London WC2B 5RH - 8.00 p.m. - doors open from 7.30 pm.  £6.00/£5.00 concessions. 

Don't You Want Me, Henry?

You were flirting with a racist in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you up, I turned and you walked out on your wife
It really was quite easy to do
Then two months later on my racist texts were exposed
Embarrassing as fuck for you
But don't forget that UKIP put you where you are now
And they can put you back down too

Requiem for Carillion

Once Thatcher sold our silver for a song
Our telephones, our water, power and steel
The vultures were not satisfied for long
They wanted snacks to follow up their meal

The public body's stripped, its clothes torn off it
So next they chopped its limbs off piece by piece
And tossed them to the hounds that sought to profit
And let the corporate speculators feast

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