Poetry

Peggy Pegworth has been writing poetry since she was knee-high to a grass hopper. She was a prominent figure on the London performance poetry scene and a founding member of The Radge Poets, before ‘retiring’ to concentrate on her hypnotherapy business. She has been published in many small press poetry magazines, like The Delinquent and has had a poem featured in Volunteer: A Traveller's Guide to Making a Difference Around the World (Lonely Planet General Reference) by Charlotte Hindle (Painted Lines, page 173 Indian Volunteers for Community Service)

Proud to be recommended by Vic Lambrusco of Vic’s Cabaret Corner "Why d'you luvvit?" "Cos we're filth!"

“Of the many Corner nights I've put on, the word acts I've most enjoyed are Joe Cairo, Jon Wheeler, SP Howarth, Paddy's Uncensored Cabaret, "William Burroughs", Peggy Pegworth, the inimitable Jack Blackburn and the late, great Simon Monkhouse.”
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My poetry appears in Page 84 under my maiden name of Peggy Fussell - The Hairy Issue and as Peggy Pegworth in The Watery Issue.

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The Theakletuffin Poem

Written and illustrated by

Peggy Pegworth

In the reign of Mirklezar

The theakletuffin king

Times were hard for mirklims

And the Cumbleduffinbing

There were shortages of Slershernuff

And gooeydopper soup

All the mirklims had to eat

Was gootimirk and schloop.

In the secret garden of the Cumbleduffinbing

The gooeydopper grows and the slershernuffer sing

But the Cumbleduffinbing was rarely ever seen

Since he'd been snibbledorping with the theakletuffin queen.

“If only I could find him”,

Said the theakletuffin king

“I’d like to have a wordlet

With the Cumbleduffinbing.”

So the mirklims brewed a barrel

Of humpletwithleting

To stop the snibbledorping

Of the Cumbleduffinbing

And then filling up their humpleflasks,

A hardy band of three

Mirklims triffled off

Headed for Affleby-on-Sea.

By the Cambernooney Sea

Rested the Cumbleduffinbing

When the mirklims triffled up

With their humpletwithleting

They tied him up with morkel weed

He gave a cumble roar

With humpleflasks at ready

They pushed him to the floor 

They may be small and mirkish

But in threes they’re mighty strong

They gave him such a flask full

That the plan went twithle wrong.

So, the secret garden keeper

Was gurgledosed, and died.

The theakletuffin queen

Was so morose she cried

And flooded mirklim valley

With theakletuffin tears

So noone saw a slershernuff

For fifty seven years.

The moral of this story

Isn't hard to ascertain

Because random snibbledorping

Is such a deadly game

But mirklims take it too far

And everyone agrees

That the king should pass a law

To stop them triffling in threes.

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