Justify
The wrote
Hens and chickens weren’t there
It was, however, Christmas time:
You’ll never forget a family rhyme.
Like the snowfall
That never landed on Baby Day.
The month’s TV was
An Islamic fine
The [ ] is no good game crime
How 20:20 of you to thank me
Now that the time is going blank.
Grandmother wasn’t collected at the market
She sareed herself accepting the Id of [ ],
Where have the cops been?
Concerned about her health
After family dinners.
It’s just not going to get with you,
Their lines are no good.
The old tidings that are missionaries
We’re dissenting you now that you are rude.
Aim at me, canon all around
That is the karma of a family learning things that are proud.
The east has food that the west thus accepted is the best,
So never never never
Never never never
Erm (… Newsnight?!? Paranoia- Panorama)
– put my love to the test, Ma’am
[ And we conclude USA-Stylie
‘ ‘ ]
Grand Ma’am.
AI Summary
This poem reflects on fractured family memories, cultural identity, and the strange humour and sorrow that sit inside generational stories. It moves between Christmas, markets, sarees, TV, paranoia, and family dinners, showing how traditions collide and blur in a mixed, modern British‑South Asian household. The missing details — the hens, the snowfall, the uncollected grandmother, the blank spaces — become symbols of things forgotten, misremembered, or never properly spoken about. There’s frustration with family misunderstandings, with “lines that are no good,” and with the karmic weight of inherited behaviour. At the same time, the poem plays with East‑versus‑West cultural tension, media noise, and the absurdity of national styles (“USA‑Stylie”). Ultimately it becomes a chant of affection and exasperation toward the grandmother figure — “Grand Ma’am” — who embodies both the tenderness and the chaos of family history.
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