POOR

I was born on the Common just after the War
Stop me any time if you've heard this before.
We were so poor suffering many a hitch
we were SO poor that I was born in a ditch

It was full up with water and that's the truth
No walls no doors no windows, no roof
The kids of today have no reason to cry
Our Sunday lunch was creamed soup of flies.

If the ditch got cold dad would suck a mint
And we'd gather round, warm our hands
WE only had to give him the hint
he was the best dad in all the land

When I got older we moved into a puddle
It was quite a considerable improvement
Oft times, we'd laugh and get in a muddle
especially when there was any movement

Unfinished, add your own verse.

When Dad went out - we'd splash about
and sometimes drink the water....
But sister said - we will have to move
To a drier place - we ought-ta .....

Robert if these are your own poems then put your name on them or they can be pinched quite legitimately!