House Of Fun Poem by Martin Swords

Martin Swords

Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland

House Of Fun

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“You must be jokin’”
Joked the lads at the bar,
Tough walking. Drink talking

She couldn’t hear
But knew exactly what they said.
She’d read these sniggered signs
Before. The fat plain girl
Just looked away.

Another night at the dance
Dancing with her sister.
Lonelier here in this noisy
Market House of Fun than
Alone on a mountain path.

Is there no fat plain boy
To walk a wooded way.
To hold her hand.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shirley Woods 28 July 2009

Hi Martin, This is good and makes you stop and think because we all know people like this. Hopefully we can tell ourselves that we treat people with dignity.Tell her I help give her a makeover and she'll be hot! ! ! !

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Jasmin Whyte 03 February 2009

My heart goes out to her.

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Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland
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