Mrs MacDonaldA Poem by Leslie Philibertfor my teacher of many years agoYou 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 AuthorLeslie 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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