ME MUDDER

When I was a youngen
Me mudder moved
around with me
We used to live
Next to the hanging tree
I new it to be an hanging tree
For mudder hanged her
Washing from it for all to see

Then we moved to
Slug wash lane
Why we washed those slugs
To me seems insane

From there we moved to
Moulsham corpse lane
Why the corpse never
Bothered us l can't explain

My father used to work
In a glue factory my friend
Don't know what happened next
They said he came to a sticky end
Life without father for mudder hard
Least he died in the knackers yard




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-01-11 at 00:36

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This one and the next simply make me laugh… that is a wholly valuable and supremely worthwhile outcome, Alan for which I thank you. Bravo!
2023-01-11