Captain Concorde Comes To School

The day Captain Concorde did come to my school, Was the day I first came to love poetry, Before that day all poems were dull and not cool, Or at least that was how it did seem to me, I was only a kid of seven or eight, And my grasp of poetry wasn’t so great, But as with all children I knew what was fun, And that includes a poet called Paul Cookson. We all piled into the assembly hall, And waited for our guest poet to arrive, I didn’t know what to expect from this “Paul”, But never could my mind have dared to contrive, A man in a cape with a plane on his nose, Who started to spout the most humorous prose, And there he stood, boxers over his trousers, We all could have listened to his work for hours. He told us of this superhero’s story, Then upon the class’s demands for some more, He told us of his old teacher, most hoary, And mimicked his walk down the school corridor, He changed my own views of verse and I know it, And so I’d just like to say to this poet, You sparked inspiration within me, it’s true, Captain Concorde, Paul Cookson, I salute you! For Russell Sivey's Poetry about Poetry contest 8th January 2013