Birmingham City Council

Poems by Megan Bradbury

Megan Bradbury is the Young Poet Laureate for Birmingham 2008-2009

Below are the fantastic poems which Megan submitted when she applied for the post.


Why doesn't it work like it says on TV?


Why doesn't it work like it says on TV?
Why aren't these glasses helping me see?
Why isn't this food satisfying my pet?
I'm using my brain gym but still I forget

Why doesn't it work like it says on the tin?
Why isn't the radio tuning me in?
Why doesn't shampoo make my hair seem alive?
I've bought a new car; it broke down on my drive

Why doesn't it work like it says on the label?
Why are there still all these germs on my table?
Why does my mobile cost a fortune in calls?
I'm wearing these trainers, but I can't kick a ball

Why doesn't it work like it says on the packet?
Why am I cold in my weatherproof jacket?
Why won't my laptop run Microsoft Word?
Why isn't this birdfeed attracting the birds?

Why doesn't it work like it says on the box?
I still can detect a strange smell in my socks,
Why don't my straighteners straighten my hair?
I've got a new fragrance, but nobody cares

Why doesn't it work like it says on the ad?
My computer's so slow, it's driving me mad!
Why doesn't this food taste 'suprisingly good'?
Why don't my teeth look as white as they should?

I've plugged in the plugs, screwed in the screws,
I've done everything they say on TV,
I've read the instructions, and read them again,
But it still isn't working for me!


Once upon a desert town...

There were cowboys,
At the party there last night,
I stood and watched them,
From my viewpoint on the roof,
The children all were scared,
Whilst the adults simply stared,
It just goes to show,
The power of the truth

Those cowboys, they had,
Brown hats made of velvet,
Leather belts and,
Plastic guns to shoot us down,
The people, they would pray,
That they wouldn't come their way,
As the cowboys ran astray around the town

I've been charmed away to madness
I'm a fish inside a net,
If you ask for curiosity
That's exactly what you'll get,
At the party they were fearsome,
They were ruthless, they were strong,
But how can people prove,
That what the cowboys did was wrong?


Those cowboys made me,
Long for blood and danger,
With their smoking pipe,
Dishonest life of crime,
Though I knew they were pretend,
I would follow to the end,
When the dancing's stopped
We'll ride across the line

I've been charmed away to madness
I'm a fish inside a net,
If you ask for curiosity
That's exactly what you'll get,
At the party they were fearsome,
They were ruthless, they were strong,
But how can people prove,
That what the cowboys did was wrong?

But now, the birds are singing,
And the guests have all gone home,
And I only have balloons,
To remind me it was true,
But linger do the thoughts,
Of what the men on horseback taught,
There were cowboys at the party,
Maybe one of them was you


Outcome Inevitable

You thought you'd got it in control,
Your expectations high,
But now you're falling, falling down,
Like a star knocked from the sky

It was outcome inevitable,
Outcome inevitable


You said, "I don't need crystal balls,
To see future, see my fate!"
By the time you realized your mistake,
You'd left everything too late

It was outcome inevitable,
Outcome inevitable


Your stubborness, your vanity,
Your strutting peacock stride,
Prevented you from seeing truth,
Your blindfold was your pride

It was outcome inevitable,
Outcome inevitable


You had a chance from heaven,
But you made a choice from hell,
You've been swallowed up by evil,
So you can't see where you fell

It was outcome inevitable,
Outcome inevitable


There's no one else who you can blame,
You've brought this on yourself,
After all those years of looking down on me,
You come crawling back for help,

I could see it coming,
There was nothing I could do
It was outcome inevitable,
Outcome inevitable


Noises in the Night

It was almost twelve o'clock that night,
I'd long ago switched off the light,
Which only added to my fright,
When I heard somebody move.
I lay fear-frozen in my bed,
But nothing else the silence said,
As I wiped the cold sweat from my head,
I tried to get to sleep.
But my mind would just not let me go,
What it was I had to know,
To satisfy my brain, and so,
I clambered out of bed.
My terror was by now alight,
As shaking fingers turned on the light,
But that glowing bulb, so harshly bright,
Didn't slow my thudding heart.
I tried to locate the source of sound,
Throughout my room, I searched around,
Then to my dismay, I found,
The place where it must be.
My wardrobe doors were dark and cold,
Their creaking handles, timeless, old,
But those mighty doors, I must unfold,
I had to look inside,
But what if when I pulled aside,
Those blackened doors, I opened wide,
What if this stange noise inside,
Attacked me as I did?
My heart was banging like a gun,
And if I was to carry on,
I'd need some form of protection,
So I picked my hairbrush up.
I carefully walked across the floor,
My hands pushed open the wardrobe door,
I opened my eyes, and then, I saw...
Absolutely nothing.
My clothes hung just above my shoes,
Amongst them toys I never used,
But all of this made me feel confused,
I couldn't see what made the noise.
I shut the doors, and counted to ten,
I flung the door open, then
The same result I got again,
I couldn't see what made the noise.
I shut the doors, went back to bed,
With questions buzzing round my head,
To the darkness, to myself, I said
"You just imagined it all."
But my eyes still stung with suppressed tears,
The silence didn't quell my fears,
And to this day, I'm sure I hear,
Noises in the night.


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