"Picture him the fat boy with the note
Begging to be excused games
That he said his mother wrote.
Detective stories and her signatures
Lying on his bed
And though he gets away with it in class
With boyish grin and looks around
His face turns red.
Watch him cadge "woodbines" from his mates
Taking the smoke down
Berating them if they could not
And burning his fingernails brown.
Cigarette held inside his hand
A legacy from the Crimea
While dreaming of long limbed summer girls
And the first beer."
Begging to be excused games
That he said his mother wrote.
Detective stories and her signatures
Lying on his bed
And though he gets away with it in class
With boyish grin and looks around
His face turns red.
Watch him cadge "woodbines" from his mates
Taking the smoke down
Berating them if they could not
And burning his fingernails brown.
Cigarette held inside his hand
A legacy from the Crimea
While dreaming of long limbed summer girls
And the first beer."
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