Ugly
He was a spindly bloke with spiky hair,Thin as a lard, gaunt and pale,
A bit on the short side with pig in a passage legs,
Glasses far too big, with a sticky out tooth,
Ugly as fuck,
His stance was all off-kilter,
A light breeze and arse over head,
His laugh was more of a “hik-hik”,
His smile was like a wince so you never knew,
He had fits,
At times his fingers would become rigid,
And his neck would sink,
We would laugh and laugh,
Oh yes, and he spoke with a stutter,
How we would lau… lau….lau…laugh.
We bullied him,
That made us all feel a lot better,
There is nothing as good as a good old snigger,
Don't we all like a good old snigger?
Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2021-10-02 at 13:36




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