The Jungle Husband

Stevie Smith

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Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you
Out with the guns in the jungle stew
Yesterday I hittapotamus
I put the measurements down for you but they got lost in the fuss
It's not a good thing to drink out here
You know, I've practically given it up dear.
Tomorrow I am going alone a long way
Into the jungle. It is all grey
But green on top
Only sometimes when a tree has fallen
The sun comes down plop, it is quite appalling.
You never want to go in a jungle pool
In the hot sun, it would be the act of a fool
Because it's always full of anacondas, Evelyn, not looking ill-fed
I'll say. So no more now, from your loving husband Wilfred.

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  • estellarow604

    Stevie Smith's poems always leave an impression, and this one didn't disappoint. You can really feel the jungle environment and the emotions of the husband as he describes his surroundings. I love the way Smith brings humor into a serious setting, making the poem both thought-provoking and entertaining.