stephen sutton Poems

I, m the Dad you never knew
Mum and me we both were through
I went away but i was glad
To become the Dad who, s never bad
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Arnold, Blake, Carlisle and Dickens
Abandon them their too unkind
Elliott, Forster, Gaskell, Hazlitt
Poem reading line after line
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Smuggling spiders are you mad
Your on your own goodbye, i, m glad
Safe to say it wasn, t me, I, d rather sit and feed a bee
Feed it pollen from the Korean Times
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Mummy Mummy comfort me
Clean my room and make my tea
And sweetie sweeties after please
If i had a Dad you would not be free
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Now she, s got my bass guitar
And late nights being late for work
Then she, ll never drive my car
Now complain i never took you far
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That book sat sitting on the shelf
Could it be a 1st edition
Maybe James Bond published in Britain
I must have read it and kept it for care
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Smoke and mirrors a nudge and a wink
My eyelids feeling less than pink
Let, s have a look at you
Looking slightly less than friendly now i think
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So you want to play an instrument young person
Go away and practise and practise my plan
Have you set hours to practise each day
How good is your memory it helps you play
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Going home

The news of your end arrived today
Somewhere up on the beach you lay
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Are you home? Still on the dog and bone?
Dada! Hello just call me Gilbert or George!
Tati more like something out of a Sam Toft.
Now no my Vettriano is still not for sale Hubert.
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