Jude Simpson
is a comic poet, slam winner, lyricist, rhymer, entertainer, writer, singer and all-round lover of words.
Jude combines insightful observational comedy with poetry, rap and song to create a unique act which leaves audiences smiling, laughing and occasionally hungry.
Happy New Year
Will it be a blue year, a true or an askew year?
a yabadabadoo year?
or yet another getting in-a-stew year?
I haven鈥檛 got a clue, dear, but have a happy new year!
The Car Boot Sale
Sing a song of bargains,
a sixpence for antiques.
A car boot full of shininess,
a flock of rummage freaks.
The thrill of paying peanuts
for a nugget someone lost.
A pocketful of treasures
at negligible cost.
The rush of being the first to find
the blackbird who will sing.
A girl with magpie eyes picks out
her goods fit for a King.
She smugly smiles while driving home
for triumphant show and tell
of car-park market jewels
that some fool wanted to sell.
But when the bags are opened
her family ask, 鈥渨hat鈥檚 that!?鈥
and a baffled bargain-hunter finds
she鈥檚 bought a pile of tat.
You knew the words
I said, let鈥檚 dance, and you leapt to your feet.
You said, I鈥檓 hungry, and I said, let鈥檚 eat,
and my love for you seasoned the soup as I stirred
and I said, let鈥檚 sing and you knew the words.
I played my song and I was surprised
鈥榗ause you knew all the words. And you said, let鈥檚 ride
and you saddled your horse up and looked to the road
and I said, let鈥檚 stay, but you said, time to go.
I said, where are we going? as you put your shoes on.
I said, let鈥檚 talk, and you put the news on
and said, talk about this 鈥 how half the world hurts.
And you stood up and went and you didn鈥檛 know the words
yet, but you went with your heart and your soul
and you pieced them together as you learnt how to
knit all the snippets of freedom that you could find
into some kind of whole.
You fired a spark and the tables were turned
Now you鈥檙e smoking them out with the words that you鈥檝e learned.
We鈥檙e taking our leave now as we rush to the news,
but as news turns us older, lay hold of the truths -
that the fight is for peace. To speak is to care,
because time must be kept, but the words are to share.
