Andy Bennett




Lyric Poetry

I met a traveller from a land Down Under, who said:
“What passing-bells for those who die
With the lights out? It’s less dangerous
Where Angels fear to tread.
I grow old, I grow old, O sweet child o’ mine!
I want a Hero; an uncommon want:
He’s gotta be strong, and he’s gotta be bold,
And he’s gotta be Tyger Tyger burning bright.
Hail to thee, blithe Poker Face painted on the wall
Looking as if she were alive, yeah I’m still alive.
Whoa, I’m still alive! If I should die, think only this of me:
I get knocked down, but I get up again –
You’re never gonna keep
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley.
We all stand together, killing in the name
Of cannon to the left of ’em,
Cannon to the right of ’em,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with
The finest minds of my generation.
Shanti Shanti Chantilly lace, and a pretty face
And look on my works, ye mighty, and jump around.”



Andy Bennett is a poet and performer. He likes history and tries not to be too serious. He has performed at poetry nights, comedy nights, and festivals across the country, and even once took an anarchic puppet show to Finland for some reason.

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