Old Black Anna, down the pub,
Three Jolly Butchers in a tub,
Nineteenyears old, naive and bold,
I stood to hear her song unfold.
She went
to see her dentist,
'Long John' and she was willing,
And when he looked inside her,
Her cavity needed filling.
Old
Black Anna grabbed my hair,
Singing in my face she stared,
The older woman at this boy,
Stirring up his pants and joy...
Stuck her
face right into mine,
Summoning my knotted vine,
Playing fingers on my fear,
Soft caresses on my ear.
Andy Morley 14th November 2006
Black Anna
was one of Norwich's characters from the '40s to the '70s -
Black Anna, the singing landlady of the Jolly Butchers pub in Ber Street... (see
also my poem called Chester)
Hear Black Anna sing... (may take a while
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