Dirty Old Man
Just fancy that!
He calls me his 'love-brat',
I'm seventeen and he's fifty-four
And he's so ****ing old and fat! !
He must be bloody mad!
He's older than my Dad!
Why doesn't he take a running jump?
Nobody'd miss him
(Except his cat) .
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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