Described as an intersection of poetry and comedy, I was inspired to review Bróccán Tyzack-Carlin’s Turtle as a poem. I’ve used one of his favoured formats, the Limerick, but he broaches several different verses in abstract ways. A personal piece covering the last couple of years of pandemic life as well as his Northern heritage, Bróccán’s Turtle encompasses a wide range of topics I hope to have done justice here:
The late night opening is tough,
But Bróccán bested the rough,
He covered every base,
A smile on his face,
And with a manner off the cuff.
Passion for his home Hartlepool,
He thought that Andy Capp was cool,
Love for his short stature,
Coupled with hate for Thatcher,
Points which I agree upon all.
Bróccán captures his viewers well,
Conversing with his clientele,
There were no details spared,
Even his journal shared,
So plenty of stories to tell.
Several lighting changes required,
Relying on the staff that were hired,
New shows can bring hitches
Still left me in stitches,
And gave me joy despite being quite tired.
So much thrown at the wall,
Some jokes were bound to fall,
This good hour of stand-up live
Can become a tight forty five,
But this critique is small.
Puns fired with scattergun approach,
Quite a few that I’ll poach,
A down-to-earth nature
Resulted in laughs that were major,
It’s worth watching Bróccán break poetry and stand-up structure alike.
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