Mr AngryA Poem by NevilleMr. Angry I can’t remember exactly When or what it was that Made me feel as angry as I feel right now Maybe it was when that bully Big John thingy I can’t remember his last name Pushed me over in the
playground In front of Mr. P that pervert
priest Who carried me on his shoulders Or rather bounced me as a kid To choir practice twice a week For two whole years before I got wise…
Now that made me mad I can
tell ya It made my mum and dad mad too He is still serving time I
might add Or was it when Pam told me To leave because of my infidelity When she was screwing around St Tropez Wow I really thought that unfair And she did too but still did
it Or maybe when I failed to get that locum job In In the white mini skirt did She even came on to me During our introductory tour…
I remember every one of those Interviewers was a different shaped Grey haired fella with a belly and thing
For white mini skirts I was never into them myself Preferring them long flowing hippy
things No it was not that I’m sure Yet despite so many other
things That have happened since then I am so very angry at the moment I really can’t remember When or what it was that last
made Me feel this blooming bad….
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