Being HomeA Poem by Paul BellA guy with a bald head passed by my window Pretty blond girl too Old lady with a frown Two kids falling down A Priest doing something two metres from a window That’s pretty weird, hope it’s not, surely no Police car reminding us all Should you be out Food truck stopping outside number 4 Old Mrs Jones who I swore died years ago I really need to get out more when staying in outside the door Big Jim with the limp Or as his wife says, limp Jim The evil twins who used to be five Now look about twenty And now they can drive Okay the Priest is coming my way Bless you my son in this trying day Have you got anything to say Oh, father I do That blond girl at number two Is she self-isolating alone I could give her a phone You dumped my sister you cad You will definitely get it bad Should I mention the food truck reversing back Maybe whisper it That two metres distancing The demise of father Jack. © 2020 Paul BellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 5, 2020 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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