'Driving through Grimstone Low' by Kevin is Write Out Loud Poem of the Week

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The new Write Out Loud Poem of the Week is ‘Driving through Grimstone Low’ by Kevin. It’s a narrative poem of epic proportions involving a tough Yorkshire village, a family called the Slugshaws, a car accident, and a dog. On his profile page he says: “I’ve not been writing for long.” He turned to poetry after deciding to take a break from writing a novel. Kevin has already blogged a number of poems since he joined Write Out Loud. His favourite poet is John Cooper Clarke.  


What got you into writing poetry? I am trying to write a novel, which is taking me a lot longer than I imagined it would. Over Christmas I decided to take a break from my book. I didn't want to stop writing altogether, so I thought I would give poetry a go.


How long have you been writing?

I have been doing my book for about two years, but as I say I have only been doing poetry since Christmas.


Do you go to any open-mic nights?

I did my first open-mic last month. I felt a bit out of sorts as there was so much talent in the Doncaster Brewery & Tap. But they are a welcoming group and my poem ‘Fred's Little Problem’ seemed to go down well.


What’s your favourite poet/poem?

Since I was a kid I have always liked John Cooper Clarke. 'I Married a Monster from Outer Space'  is my absolute favourite.


You're cast away on a desert island. What's your luxury?

Probably not the right answer, but if I was cast away I would choose a nice bottle of whiskey.




by Kevin


Ruth was a qualified driver

She knew her highway code

She never got distracted

When driving down the road

So when driving through a village

She knew to decelerate

Under thirty MPH

Call it twenty eight

That code is like a bible

Compulsory – not a guide

She knew it from cover to cover

She’d read it from side to side

There should be an extra chapter

That Yorkshire folk should know

Cos the rulebook goes out of the window

When driving through Grimstone Low


If you slow down in Grimstone Low

You’re likely to lose your rims

If you stop, they’ll have your engine out

Your spoiler, wing mirrors and trims

No. it’s different when driving through Grimstone  

You can’t live your life by a book

You have to get your welly down

Boot it. And go like…… muck.


The youngsters in Grimstone are tough ‘uns

Play tiddlywinks, with manhole lids

They play catch with an axe, and tig with a knife

And the adults are worse than the kids


The dawn chorus in Grimstone Low

Is when the birds have a cough and a chuff

Cos the starlings all chew pit baccy

And the spuggies take Grizzly Bear snuff


The Slugshaws were taking there morning constitutional

Well ten of them at least

That’s Mam and Dad, and seven of their kids

And a dog, they called the Beast

There were fifteen Slugshaws I total

And I’d often heard it said

That while some of them, were out walking

The others took turns in the bed


There’s a sign on each lamppost in Grimstone


And I’m sure that, that sign would be heeded

If the Beast had been taught how to read


So with Ruth doing sixty and gaining

And the Beast running loose in the street

There’s an equal and opposite reaction

Whenever two forces do meet

Did she stun it, or maim it, or kill it

Cos she didn’t half give it a clout

But with all the Slugshaws just by her

She weren’t sticking round to find out

The book says that if you hit a dog

You must stop, if it’s safe to do so

Well it’s not safe to upset the Slugshaws

And it’s not safe in Grimstone Low

The cop shop was just round the corner

So she sped there, with all haste

With all of the Slugshaws in hot pursuit

She didn’t have time to waste


When Ruth arrived at the cop shop

A copper was stood by the gate

She came skidding in, burning rubber

And got out in one hell of a state

She said “I’ve just clipped a dog down the road there”

“I don’t think I’ve hurt it too bad”

“But, I still thought it’s best to report it”

“Cos it upset the family a tad”



The cop said “You did more than hurt him”

“You killed the poor mongrel for sure”

“The Beast will be meeting his maker”

“The Slugshaws, dog owners, no more”


“How can you, be so sure?” asked Ruth

“It happened just seconds ago”

“Does the jungle telegraph here have broadband?”

“News travels quickly, in Grimstone Low”


Well the copper, he was no detective

But he did have two eyes in his head

And stuck to the front of Ruth’s bumper

Was a dog that was obviously dead






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kJ Walker

Mon 27th Mar 2017 19:43

sorry Graham, but no follow up planned. this was a true story (albeit with a bit of a twist on it) and that is how it ended. maybe the end would have read better if I'd have built the story up more prior to the policeman spotting the dead dog.
glad you enjoyed it.

thanks again Colin

Cheers kevin

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Mon 27th Mar 2017 19:10

first time around we were making suggestions for alternate endings or a sequel but the honour of POTW is also fitting finale. Well done Kevin.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 27th Mar 2017 09:25

Like many of today's dramas on the TV, this finished too quickly and suggests its going to be part of a franchise. The follow-up would be eagerly awaited.

Well done on POTM Kevin!

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