The Fool Poem by Phil Soar

The Fool



I made my mark in infant school
As being pretty dumb
I blamed the fact I was a fool
Quite squarely on my mum

She always used to tell me
That I wasn't wired right
That bogey men would visit me
And give me quite a fright

And now she's gone and I moved on
I can't remember how
My life has turned out as it has
Despite my furrowed brow

Thursday, September 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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