Living with a Krunt
A Children's Poem, for Adults
I wrote this poem with the intention of starting a series of children's stories. After a few people listened to it they advised me it was in no way suitable for children, I guess I have to work on my subtlety.
It is entirely original, and I plan to illustrate it and publish it within a project I am privately working on. In the video you can see what I imagine a Krunt to look like.
I would love some feedback and if you felt like gifting that would be incredible, but I do not expect it.
See a transcript below —
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'Every day has been a chore,
Everything they say to me a bore
Living with my mother, the matriarchal Krunt
I am forced to eat my greens,
I’m told it’s cool to wear my jeans
By my brother, but he’s just a Krunt
She stole all my pocket money
She swapped my kitten for a bunny
My nana doesn’t love me, my nana is a Krunt
This room is always dirty
I’m always scared he’s gonna hurt me
I’m talking ‘bout my daddy, the shed dwelling Krunt
The smell of old nappy’s make me gag
But we have to keep them in our bag
It’s from our new born baby, she’s just a little Krunt
Every night we hear loud bangs
Followed by the slow clapping of their hands
But our neighbours are not Krunts
In the shop we start to argue
With the folk who say “why you cutting into our queue”
This is every day out, when you’re living with a Krunt
In the car we stop and stare
And laugh at kids with ginger hair
I can’t go anywhere, especially with a Krunt
They’ve always made me welcome
But no one else is gonna help them
I know I have to tell them, it’s because they are a Krunt
I’m older now than ever
They thought that I was clever
I hated school, because my teacher was a Krunt
I dress up as clowns for children’s parties
But no one ‘round here’s going to hire me
It’s because they all think I’m a Krunt
I’m told its time to leave and start my own life
I’m left to roam under the street lights
What is it going to be like? When I’m not living with a Krunt
Recently I was mistaken as I passed through my train station
I heard a little utter from a lady as I shoved her
She said she thought I was a Krunt
“Mum, Dad, Nan, Brother” I thought I’d write you all a letter
I met my wife, you need to meet her
She thinks she’s living with a Krunt
You never just lived with us, we thought we ought to tell ya,
We’ll never not be proud, not ever
For in our eyes, you always were a Krunt'
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I envision it as a book read to children by their parent, but in reality it's probably no good for children nowadays as they probably understand what "Krunt" is very close to. It has encouraged me to write a lot more, I plan to write children's poetry for the adult market. I love the idea of my books being in everyone's bathrooms or coffee tables. Everyone should have a Jack Devaney next to their toilet bowl!
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Jack 'The World Around Ewe' Devaney
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