Waddya we want?
A protest poem
When do we want it?
This week the incredibly talented Watercats (or Les chats d'eau, as they're known in French Polynesia) is behind the wheel of the Poetry Bus with an intriguing prompt, to write a four line protest poem with a dum-dum-dee-dum rhythm. Sadly, I cannot tell my dum from my dee, but the challenge is a good one nonetheless, particularly as Die Wasserkatze are going to make us all pop stars.
We’ll mobilise the forces and take to the street
to make known our demands to the ruling elite.
And if they won’t yield, we will throw them all out
(by the way, what are we protesting about?)