My So Called Buddy Poem by Francis Duggan

Poetaster Duggan ought to give writing away
For such he does not get reward or pay
And he should know better now his hair is gray
I overheard my so called buddy say.

He writes of silly things like flowers and bees,
Of animals and birds and leafy trees
And of comely girls he knew in his life's May
And he writes a doggerel every second day.

Such words of course one does not wish to hear
But he did not know that I was standing near
And to his drinking mates I heard him put me down
As just one more pretender to renown

He always says such nice things to my face
Like I am worthy of a higher place
In literarture and one day I'll be great
And keep your good work up 'good on you mate'.

The type of man he is I had realized
And by his behaviour I was not surprised
For he had put his best mates down to me
And why should I be treated any differently.

He writes a doggerel every second day
To his drinking mates I overheard him say
But to my face he's so good to pretend
The one I only know as so called friend.