CHEEKING ME MUM!Now I were not a perfect child - son - I checked me mum!
I recall one time me mum were chasing me
I were just out of reach - just!
Back then we lived on an estate of prefabs - prefabricated housing
Right snug comfy!
Anyway I have distracted me self as is my tendency!
I ran out our prefab - saw me playmate Brian Ball
On his bike - and just like a cowboy - jumps on the saddle!
'' Ride Bri - me mums after me! '' ; and off in to the sunset we rode
Hell for leather - we went!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2018-08-10 at 10:26
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