Raymond

Poem By Francis Duggan

Down at his local Raymond makes a whole lot of noise
His loud voice heard above the din 'boys always will be boys'
He and his mates meet every evening for an hour's drinking or two
And their subjects seldom vary as pub talk seldom do.

Politics, football, their children, girlfriends and their wives
And work and workplace matters seem important in their lives
And Raymond of his ten year old Ed has his old usual brag
That he will play for Collingwood whilst he will wave the flag.

His big dream is to watch his boy in the Grand Final play
And that he be the best on ground on football's biggest day
His only dream for his son is that he be good at football
But that he grow to be a decent human being to him doesn't seem to matter much at all.

After 5 P.M. the local can be quite a noisy place
And in that pub Raymond's who lives nearby is a familiar face
It is not the place to go to if you're needing a quiet beer
As the booming voice of Raymond above the din you hear

In his local pub Raymond one might say is well known
And he is quite gregarious and never on his own
He boasts that his son Eddy for Collingwood will play
And his dreams are only small dreams or so 'twould seem that way.

Comments about Raymond

Raymond here is an interestingly absurd character; I like him that way, my namesake! I love your narrative style. This is a work that showcases a lot of creativity. Please comment on my poems.


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