Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Mrs Macdonald - Poem by Leslie Philibert

You ran down from Culloden banging cars
off the motorway with your claymore.
You hated little smart arse Londoners
who diddn`t like algebra. I bet you drank
vinegar, ate Hawick balls and tossed the caber
in your garden in Peckham. Covered in tweeds
as thick as a docker`s sanwich you could
have melted ants with the lens of your glasses.
Now I understand why you shouted very lesson...

Yuv nit dun yor hoomwok.

Oh dear.


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  • Paul Brookes (1/16/2013 3:18:00 AM)

    : O)) still laughing.............................: O) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 12, 2013


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