Left Poem by Phil Soar

Mum and dad left us
When we were but three
Our dad left for China
Our mum fled to sea
They left us wrapped up
In a case full of tea
Once bought on a whim
From a bankrupt company
We were found by a padre
With rather strange thought
And we learned things the hard way
from the things that he taught
My sister grew up with a nautical flare
She would sit on the beach
And meet seamen out there
She would come home quite wet
And all tattered and torn
With a face full of spots
And her teeth were quite worn
I was left on my own
And with nothing to do
So I wanked myself stupid
What else could I do?