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Kid

Kid. Simon Armitage. Kid Batman, big shot, when you gave the order to grow up, then let me loose to wander leeward, freely through the wild blue yonder as you liked to say, or ditched me, rather, in the gutter … well, I turned the corner. Now I've scotched that 'he was like a father

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Kid

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  1. Kid Simon Armitage

  2. Kid Batman, big shot, when you gave the order to grow up, then let me loose to wander leeward, freely through the wild blue yonder as you liked to say, or ditched me, rather, in the gutter … well, I turned the corner. Now I've scotched that 'he was like a father to me' rumour, sacked it, blown the cover on that 'he was like an elder brother' story, let the cat out on that caper with the married woman, how you took her downtown on expenses in the motor. Holy robin-redbreast-nest-egg-shocker! Holy roll-me-over-in-the-clover, I'm not playing ball boy any longer Batman, now I've doffed that off-the-shoulder Sherwood-Forest-green and scarlet number for a pair of jeans and crew-neck jumper; now I'm taller, harder, stronger, older. Batman, it makes a marvellous picture: you without a shadow, stewing over chicken giblets in the pressure cooker; next to nothing in the walk-in larder, punching the palm of your hand all winter, you baby, now I'm the real boy wonder.

  3. What’s it about? • The poem is a dramatic monologue by Robin the Boy Wonder, the loyal sidekick to Batman in the comic strips, television programmes and films. • Robin talks about how he has separated from Batman and is learning to lead his own, independent life. • In the process he publicises some of Batman's secrets so that we see the 'superhero' in a new light.

  4. Ambiguity of identity Alliteration, gives a punchy opening Each line has 10 syllables (pentameter) Leaving childhood behind Bitter tone explained, feeling of abandonment; echo ageing Trying out a mixture of things, like growing up (“baby” line 24) Adult world/taboos, a darker world Robin is trying to impress us with these powerful words/phrases The rhyme scheme echos the famous theme tune Kid Batman, big shot, when you gave the order to grow up, then let me loose to wander leeward, freely through the wild blue yonder as you liked to say, or ditched me, rather, in the gutter … well, I turned the corner. Now I've scotched that 'he was like a father to me' rumour, sacked it, blown the cover on that 'he was like an elder brother' story, let the cat out on that caper with the married woman, how you took her downtown on expenses in the motor. Uses comic book slang/language Batman loses his status as the poem goes on

  5. Spoof of tabloid headlines; holy is a word Robin would have used Adult clothes, ditched the dressing up box Growing up – not playing someone elses game Hero worship can’t sustain you, you need to toughen up to grow up; assert your own identity Only ghosts have no shadows Robin now belittles Batman and shows he has broken free from his idol, taking the power Things from the past Symbol of old age, not moving on What is Batman without Robin? Using a name shows power Holy robin-redbreast-nest-egg-shocker! Holy roll-me-over-in-the-clover, I'm not playing ball boy any longer Batman, now I've doffed that off-the-shoulder Sherwood-Forest-green and scarlet number for a pair of jeans and crew-neck jumper; now I'm taller, harder, stronger, older. Batman, it makes a marvellous picture: you without a shadow, stewing over chicken giblets in the pressure cooker; next to nothing in the walk-in larder, punching the palm of your hand all winter, you baby, now I'm the real boy wonder. Forging own identity, applicable to many “kids”

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