If only his dog could talkA Poem by M J HuttonThere’s a dirty old bugger Works down the local pool, There’s a dirty f*****g pedophile Who wants to get hold of you. He wears polo tops and trainers That are stained and unkempt And tries to conceal his fat belly With tracksuit bottoms that expand. All the girls are safe though He won’t watch them with his eye His preference is young boys He’ll end up doing a stretch. He preys on the vulnerable Disabled are his choice, He follows them round the changing room In the hope of a quick grope. As he’s a natural loner Without any family or friends His only companion is a mongrel Full of ticks and fleas. Now this animal knows his secrets Bared witness to his perverse acts He was tied to a park bench While his owner cornered a child. This poor youngster was afflicted He couldn’t see, talk or hear And the dirty f*****g pervert Committed atrocious deeds Unfortunately for the police though The boy was to traumatized to speak And their only living witness Was the pervert’s hairy beast, If only he could talk, Was all that they could say, If only the mutt could talk We’d lock the b*****d away. © 2008 M J Hutton |
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