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the naughty boy

Poetry By: dreaming of you
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when i was a young apprentice , i and several of my mates , were sent to work with a much older mentor named ''geoff''
we as 16 year old know it all's , really loathed him and thought him a self abusing old bully . i was writing the odd line by then and my mates asked me to write something
to wind geoff up , i wrote what follows on the door of his washroom , we waited outside , expecting fireworks , geoff came out , giggling , we became firm friends and remained so until the day he died , i learned so much from him and i'm putting this on here in honour of him , i know he loved the song too.


Submitted:Jul 16, 2008    Reads: 276    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


i remember the rollockings

my grandma used to give

the memory of those bollockings

will remain as long as i live.

playing with my favourite toy

one night late in bed

i did'nt know i was a ''naughty boy''

the thought never entered my head.

i never heard her knocking

she just stormed in through the door

screaming ''filthy'',''disgusting''.''shocking''

then grandma made my bottom sore.

i know she got satisfaction

but all she had to say was ''geoff'

don't you know your action

is bound to send you deaf.

listen to what i'm saying

you dirty little brat

or you won't hear a bloody thing

and you'll go as blind as a bat .

well i refused to listen to lasses

even grandma's mad tirade

now i wear jam jar bottom glasses

and a massive hearing aid.





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