A great crack appeared in the square

Engulfing Mrs Titmus and that dog

From No 47.

Flashes of light, crashing thunder

But no rain at all

“That’s very odd”

Said Jenny to Louise

Over the backs of the towers

Of the Wordsworth Estate

And the Norwich Union building

Rose great fires

And the stars dripped and melted one by one

“I’ve never seen that”

Said Louise to Jenny

Then out of the sky an arm

And a pointing finger stretched down

And purple and red little men

Popped out of the crack with sharp forks

Pushing both the ladies along

And Louise to Jenny said,

“It’s not the end of the world”.

A poem sparked by hearing someone say that phrase so common in Britain, “It’s not the end of the world!”, and making a humorous take on the question, “But what if it WAS the end of the world?” I think I’m also a bit influenced by the way people react to Death in Monty Python’s “The Meaning of Life” and in Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.

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