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.