Brian Mayo

Gold Star - 12,362 Points [the cheese whisperer] (1960)

The Possum

My father was a poet and my mother was depressed
The bed that she got pregnant on was quickly repossessed
Now homeless, she gave birth to me on cold November ground
And there she left me lay because I only weighed a pound

I struggled to the gutter seeking warmth, but finding none
I wondered if my life was ending ‘fore it had begun
I knew I needed shelter; knew my time was growing short
And so I started screaming as a loud and last resort

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