![]() Mrs MacDonaldA Poem by Leslie Philibert![]() for my teacher of many years ago![]() You ran down from Culloden banging cars off the motorway with you claymore. You hated small smart arse little Londoners who failed to like algebra. I bet you drank vinegar, ate Hawick balls and tossed the caber in your garden in Peckham. Covered in tweeds as thick as a docker`s sandwich you could have melted ants with the lens of your glasses. Now I understand why you shouted every lesson... Yuv nit dun yor hoomwok. Oh dear.
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Added on January 11, 2013Last Updated on January 11, 2013 Author![]() Leslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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