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Chapter 9. Run Rabbit, Run Rabbit
Run Rabbit, Run Rabbit
Anyway let me get back to my mum
She was vivacious and bubbly, she was so much fun
Mum was beautiful and had long blonde hair
Her skin so silky, soft and fair
Mum couldn’t have babies, she had problems below
And dad’s sperm count was very low
Dad was clean shaven and polite
He was tall, he reached some height
Mum and dad were kind to me
They were the kindest that they could be
They were not that particularly wealthy
But what spare money they had, they spent on me
They said that I was worth every pound
As a better daughter, they could not have found
I remember buying a pet rabbit with my pocket money
Oh how I adored my black and white bunny
I lived a few years in luxury
I was spoilt rotten, everyone could see
My life was great, my life was swell
Until they adopted another girl as well
I had to fight for all that was mine
She was a pig, she was a swine
We always fought for mum’s attention
I called her a few names that I won’t mention
I detested her, she detested me
There was always some sibling rivalry
I wasn’t starved of love or affection
Or cuddles, or kisses, or protection
That was until my adopted sister came
Then she nuzzled in on the game
I had to suddenly share my room
I hoped she would go someday soon
But she wasn’t going, she was there to stay
I had to get rid of her somehow, some way
One day I gave myself a bruise
I thought what the hell I have nothing to lose
I said that my adopted sister had done it
And that she had covered my toys in spit
But mum and dad only gave her a caution
Said I should take care with more precaution
I was so mad that my plan didn’t work
It drove me crazy, I went berserk
And one day as clear as light
I did something cruel and very tight
It was by accident I do swear
But I wasn’t bothered, I didn’t care
I trapped bunny’s foot in the door
I said she had done it by stomping on its paw
My bunny was in pain, and she was bleeding
Of some first aid, she was needing
I thought she would now leave, but mum scolded her instead
This sent me crazy, sent me off my head
I had to think of something really evil to do
I am ashamed now of what I did next, I swear it is true
I slammed the same door on my bunny’s head
I slammed it so hard, it ended up dead
I said she had done it by stomping on its head
And to its death… it had bled
Well mum and dad thought my sister was deranged
And so her departure they swiftly arranged
I was chuckling and laughing with glee
I got rid of her, yes it was me
I had mum and dad all to myself
I wasn’t being left on the shelf
Mum and dad were mine alone
Even if they weren’t my real flesh and bone
If I couldn’t have them, no one could
Loving me only, like they should
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Welcome to The Jaw, the home of the World’s longest poetic novel written in rhyming couplets. The Jaw Revisited may well change the way you look at poetry forever. Not just a piece of poetry, not just a novel, not just another book. The Jaw is 101,573 words, 472,135 characters, 439 pages and 15,152 lines all written in rhyming couplets.
I believe this makes it the longest rhyming couplet novel, written in English and by a single person in the world. Many people make this claim, just search in Google and you will encounter 100’s of claims to this feat. All of these claims are different to mine, in that The Jaw is not just a collection of rhyming couplets but an actual story. Some are not written in the English langauge, and many have been written by several different people. Twitter and Facebook both have claims that users have written the longest poem combining the efforts of 1000’s of users, I wrote mine on my own.
I never set out to break any records, I write because I find it the best way to express my feelings and emotions. I enjoy making up characters, giving them a personality and hopefully passing that personality onto the readers. I love to explore the world of the unknown and what better way to do that than in words using an over active imagination. My words are simple, yet very effective. I will not compare Thee To A Summer’s Night, or have words that have the reader wondering what it’s all about. I suppose in a way, I write how I speak.
When I was fifteen I left school with no formal qualifications, no PhD or University degree and not really having any career goals. I have never had any form of English teaching and certainly think I would be terrible if I had to sit an exam or hand in coursework now 🙂 I know enough though, I know that if you push yourself and believe in what you are doing, believe in where you want to go and what you want to do, then you will be successful. Success does not always come in the form of money or life’s extravagant luxuries, sometimes it is the simple things, like sitting back and saying “I did that.”
That is what I have done with The Jaw, I wanted to write something that I can be proud of, something that I can say to my children, grand children and even my parents, “Look, I did that”. I am proud of my novel, I think the plot is fantastic, the twists and turns will have you on edge wondering what is going to happen next. The words will flow from your mouth with ease and before long you will not even realise you are reading the words in rhyme.
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The Jaw is an epic horror story written in a totally unique way. I believe this is the longest ever novel in the English language that has been written in rhyme. At over 100,000 words and spanning more than 400 pages, this piece of literature has it all. Ultimately this horror story will take your breath away. With twists and stomach turning churns that will have you thirsting for more.
I`ve never read a novel that is in rhyme before and now i have i can`t believe just how clever it is. Apart from it having damn good story to it you marvel at how the author has managed to do poetry and the story as well. There`s so many twists and turns in it , things i never expected , which i`m not going into on here because it`ll ruin the story for anyone who buys it.
Its left me wanting more , and i`m hoping the author writes some more books.
On the top menu you can have a read for yourself as I have posted the first twelve chapters for you.
I hope you enjoy the site and have a wonderful day
Much love. Katherine x
Chapter 5. The Children’s Home.
The Children’s Home
The home I was put in was dirty and cold
The building smelt of musk and was very old
The staff clothed me and fed me as little as they could
They didn’t look after me as they should
I always had dirt on my face
They left me to wander alone, all over the place
I was left alone to roam
In every room in the children’s home
The rooms were dull and very bare
They contained a few beds and just one chair
I shared a room with five other kids
The windows were secured with metal grids
The staff said it was to keep thieves at bay
But I think it was to stop us from running away
I hated that home, I felt like a prisoner of war
I hated it to my heart’s core
There were cobwebs all over the ceiling
The paper on the walls was dirty and peeling
The windows were cracked, they weren’t very safe
This was no place to keep a young waif
What would happen if I fell?
Would they be concerned? Would they hell!
The windows were dirty and grimy
The floors were wet, slippy and slimy
A cleaner would come around every day
Her job was to keep the dirt at bay
But she didn’t do a very good job
She was nothing but a lazy slob
She didn’t last long, she got sacked
The new cleaner wasn’t any better and that was a fact
No-one in the home seemed to care
If there was dirt and dust everywhere
There was a two inch layer of dust on the window sill
I’m surprised no-one fell ill
I hardly had any toys
I was always picked on by the boys
In fact most of the kids picked on me
Because I was small and so skinny
They always used to pull my hair
They were older than me but they didn’t care
The staff always used to turn a blind eye
I could never fathom out why
I always had nits and was covered in lice
The children’s home was infested with mice
Around my room the mice would creep
Scratching and squeaking as we all tried to sleep
I told the staff one night when I was eating my tea
That those horrible mice were scaring me
They looked upon with a face of disgust
Shook their heads, shouted and cussed
They told me to shut up and eat my tea
They never seemed to be bothered about me
All they were worried about was their pay
And going home at the end of the day
We poor children didn’t have a life
We were living on the edge of a knife
Chapter 4. The Gift.
The Gift
“I was the only child to a single mum
My father disappeared, he went on the run
He got involved in dealing drugs
He owed lots of money to some seedy thugs
My mother was an ex-convict
My mother was also a drug addict
I remember my childhood like it was yesterday
My mum’s teeth were rotten, they were black and grey
She always had a syringe stuck in her arm
Track marks and scars from self-harm
She often left me on my own, took ages to return
About her young daughter, she showed little concern
Her nose was always red and runny
She ate very little, lost weight of her tummy
Her pupils always looked like piss holes in the snow
She always looked depressed, always looked low
She was always sick and sweating
To take good care of me, she was always forgetting
Towards me she had a shitty attitude
Always screaming at me, always in a mood
She took me shopping, from each shop we would drift
Whilst I watched from my buggy, watching my mum shop lift
Stealing clothes, perfume and jewellery
Not stealing food, so that she could feed me
She was always thinking about herself
Never me or my health
I often cried with hunger pain
All my mum was concerned about though, was cocaine
My mum practised voodoo, believed in the occult
When spells went wrong, it was always my fault
She had spells for this, and spells for that
She even bought herself a big black cat
In her bedroom, she had an altar covered in candles and flowers
She believed that the candles held magical powers
She would light the candles and go into a trance
Sway backwards and forwards like she was doing a slow dance
Her alter was covered in old grey bones
Covered in twigs and funny looking stones
She believed in vengeance instead of turning the other cheek
Said kindness and forgiveness, were only for the meek
She said God only existed in a fool’s mind
You get no thanks in this world for being good and kind
I remember on my eighth birthday
Social services took me away
They took me away and my mum didn’t care
They put me in a children’s home in the middle of no-where
But before I left… my mum went in her pocket
And around my neck she put a locket
The locket wasn’t made from silver or gold
It was made of bone and looked very old
It hung from a rope, the rope was grey
Around the edges, it had started to fray
It wasn’t sparkly, it wasn’t bling
Meant for a pauper and not for a king
But it had been the only gift that she had given me
I think it was her way of an apology?
My mum said that I must keep it
Or I will have bad luck bit by bit
She said the locket was real and not imitation
Whoever wronged me would be condemned to damnation
She said I must never let it out of my sight
Not in the day and not in the night
She said the locket had been made by a witch
But the rope from which it hung made my neck itch
So I took the funny looking locket
Off my neck and put it in my pocket
Chapter 3. Lend Me You Ear.
Lend Me Your Ear
Here is my story that I’m going to tell you
And you will know when I have finished, every word is true
I will tell you right from the start
Why my life gave me a hardened heart
I have to tell you, I have to tell someone
About the battles I have lost and the battles I have won
Forgive me Paul but you have a kind face
My emotions are all over the place
The reason why I have turned to you
Is I have heard your heart is pure and true
I have heard you are kind and understanding
Dave’s comments about you are quiet outstanding!
He said that you are nice and kind
And a better friend he would not find
Dave said that your heart is pure
And that you donate your money to the poor
Your friend said that you help those that are in need
He said that you are a good man indeed
He said you are kind and humane
Every sentence he utters, he mentions your name
I heard that you walk this way
Almost every single day
I have been coming here every day for a week
Because your ear, I wanted to seek
I thought that because you were so kind
That you would listen to my story and that you wouldn’t mind
Wouldn’t mind listening and lending me your ear
And that is why I am waiting here
So I’ve waited here for you to show
I want you to hear, I want you to know
I am going to tell you my life story
But be warned it’s a little gory”
So I sit here and listen and stare at her in awe
What she is telling me, I have never heard the likes before
The Jaw by K.A. Shaw 