Ode To The Poor
Poem By Mark Philpott
Some people live in riches
However Dale is Poor
He hasnt got a house
Prefers to sleep in the door...way
He probably has aids
Cos he gets bummed by tramps who arent that gay
But dale is!
He drinks his cupa soup, horlicks and ribena,
the community centre is funded by people of rich demina.
He tries but he cannot swim, in Mossley theres only puddles,
When he goes to bed (in his box) , its only rats he cuddles.
He scavenges from bins, lots of cups and tins,
What a twat, what a twat, the lowlife has mouldy skin.