Irreverence Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

He was ugly. Have you ever looked
Into the heart of a dirty dustbin?

He was uglier than that.

Children quailed beneath his smile

Until he won the lottery.

He bought a new Mercedes.
a new mansion.
a new anorak.
but remained ugly.

He visited the plastic surgeon.
New nose. New chin. New everything.
He was gorgeous as he ventured out;

He stepped onto the street
his flowing hair framing his
now-handsome profile.

A huge lorry restored him to a
semblance of normality.

He was ugly again.
Dead ugly.

In Heaven,
he confronted God
'Why Lord? Why?

You gave me a fortune.
You gave me a new car.
You gave me a new house.
(Not to mention the anorak)
Why did you kill me? '

The Lord looked down
upon his crestfallen servant.


'Sorry son']

He said

'I didn’t recognise you'