Posy Rosy - Poem by Ruth Walters
They wrote her name on the wall,
to tease and taunt and maim
but they didn't realise how it hurt
or how they were to blame
and when poor Rosy walked on by
and read the words inscribed
she'd shrivel up a little bit,
down deep, where it hurt inside.
They wrote her name on the wall, they did
and sometimes they'd narrate
a tale or two to the neighbours kids
for boredom and for game.
Then one day when all was gloom
Rosie took her life
and underneath her nickname
these words, they lay inscribed
Posy, Rosy, piggy eyes did die
she died, today
what a selfish gal she was,
there's nothing else to play.
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