Ostri-Sized Poem by Clive Blake
Ostri-Sized
People call me ugly,
And other hurtful names,
I'm often ostri-sized,
My feathers used for games.
They say the Ugly-Duckling
Grew up to be a swan,
And though I'm still but very young,
They ask me What went wrong?
I'm left here on my own-some;
And feel so sad and blue,
Well, you would feel the same
If you were an... emu.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,birds,loneliness,lonely,sad,sadness
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is included in Clive Blake's Book/eBook 'Clive's Uni-Verse - A Cornishman's take on life', published in Jan 2022 by Olympia Publishers.
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