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He Calls Me Honky.
IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

He Calls Me Honky.

My friend’s as black as ebony
and he delights in teasing me.
He says I am the coloured man
I can’t deny it no one can.
My hair is blond my eyes are blue.
His words are obviously true,
My facial skin is pink and white.
to anyone with normal sight
His eyes, his hair and skin are black
I cannot counter his attack
But he’s my mate so I don’t care
His banter isn’t hard to bear
We’re much the same bar for our skin.
What matters most must lie within.

Monday,16 November 2009
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nice poem with an attitude! ! ! Great...........