A Pedophile- - - - - No One Knew Poem by Melvina Germain

Old C- - - - G- - , that dirty old man of Curry’s Lane,
had all the folks fooled, thought he was sweet and very tame.
How could they know, he was nothing but a fraudulent
little creep, who preyed on their innocent, fragile sheep.

The old folks took him food everyday,
He smiled and chuckled as they walked away.
Sometimes they sent their children to do this deed.
on them he would prey and truly feed.

Can’t tell my Mom, can’t tell my Dad,
They might think- - - I was very bad.
Can’t do any wrong, that poor little man,
no wife or children to hold his hand.

He lived in a wee room in a large rooming house,
only the children knew, he was nothing but a louse.
He stood in the hallway, waving a shiny round quarter.
Come my dears, let me be your porter.

Alas a wee girl, curious as can be,
stepped up, reached to get that quarter you see.
He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside.
When she was released, her face she would hide.

One day she confided to her best friend,
what went on in his dark, gloomy den.
He laid me on the bed, held me really tight.
He touched in between my legs,
I didn’t put up a fight.

That dirty old man, offended over and over again.
Never for a parent to be told, he became very bold.
She grew into adulthood, that same little girl.
Moved to the big city to give it a whirl.

There she was informed of what C- - - - G- - was,
pedophile, a man of disgust.
By then C- - - - G- - had gone to his grave,
none of his victims were ever truly saved.

(Did not use his name in order to protect any living relatives)

Written: January 23,2007, by Melvina Germain