John Lennon’s “A Spaniard in the Works” Turns 47
It's hard to believe it's been that long since John Lennon's second book of odd poems, weird stories and completely freakish drawings was published, and I'm still celebrating it's fantastic strangeness.
"A Spaniard in the Works" was published on June 24, 1965 and gave a glimpse into John's incredibly creative and unique mind.
When I first stumbled upon John's books (my older sister had both of them--his first book , "In His Own Write" was published in 1964), I was fascinated and delighted with his cheeky and off-the-wall humor.
His sense of humor, of course, was apparent in interviews with the media, but this was a whole new level of merry madness.
The mark of his twisted mind left an indelible imprint on me at a very young age, and I bear the scars proudly.
I loved the play-on-words that Lennon so deftly expressed, as well as his odd world of scribbled drawings that were mostly lighthearted and whimsical yet strangely perverted.
Here's one of the poems from the book, in case you've never had the pleasure of exploring John's literary side or simply forgot about it:
THE FAT BUDGIE I have a little budgie He is my very pal I take him walks in Britain I hope I always shall. I call my budgie Jeffrey My grandads name's the same I call him after grandad Who had a feathered brain. Some people don't like budgies The little yellow brats They eat them up for breakfast Or give them to their cats. My uncle ate a budgie It was so fat and fair. I cried and called him Ronnie He didn't seem to care Although his name was Arthur It didn't mean a thing. He went into a petshop And ate up everything. The doctors looked inside him, To see what they could do, But he had been too greedy He died just like a zoo. My Jeffrey chirps and twitters When I walk into the room, I make him scrambled egg on toast And feed him with a spoon. He sings like other budgies But only when in trim But most of all on Sunday Thats when I plug him in. He flies about the room sometimes And sits upon my bed And if he's really happy He does it on my head. He's on a diet now you know >From eating far too much They say if he gets fatter He'll have to wear a crutch. It would be funny wouldn't it A budgie on a stick Imagine all the people Laughing till they're sick. So that's my budgie Jeffrey Fat and yellow too I love him more than daddie And I'm only thirty two.