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  • The day my life changed

    (With apologies to Dylan Thomas)

    When I was a windy girl and a bit
    And the black sheep of my family tree
    (Loved as I was in spite of it)
    I listened to the racist ....
    As they slagged me off so merrily.

    Gyppo! gyppo! the hoi-polloi cried
    As they lay in wait for me outside
    But forgot that I was a gypsy girl,
    And not some push-over in a whirl.

    Mark was his name and mark my words
    He had a roving eye for the birds,
    And being as how I was a wild child
    Our paths sort of ended up reconciled.

    Down the pub for a private party
    Me and my lessy lover Gemma too,
    We all got Brahms and sorta hearty
    And I carried on like a right silly moo.

    Down the boozer we all got drunk,
    Drunk as a skunk in a luggage trunk,
    And I got dared by Gemma my girl
    To show off me bits; so, all in a whirl
    I started taking off my kit
    In front of a crowd that were loving it!

    When it was over Mark went and said
    He'd take me home but he took me to bed
    Instead, and slapped me about
    When I said no to what he was about.

    So, I wound up all battered and bruised,
    And I'd been violated and all by the bloke;
    Who's fault was it? His, of course;
    But I didn't help by acting all course,
    And I had the chance not to get so all boozed,
    And show some nous so I'd not have got a poke.

    (OK, this is not exactly the best I can write; I wrote it out as I typed it but it IS from the heart and it IS true!)

    Go figure!
    Kindness is the most important thing.
    After that maybe sincerity.
    Be true to yourself.
    A condemnation out of ignorance is always unjust.

  • #2
    Thanks WF, I am really glad that you posted this.
    Dylan Thomas would be proud, I think.

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