Jl Giant Poet U Hoo
The Giant's
Of the wonder class
With outstretched looking ears
And pierced whistleblowers lips
Never had a mother
To sew their name into
Their favorite clothes
Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in
They were instead chosen to become
The dead poet's and tortured artist's
We recite today
By speaker's corner
At wakes and funerals
On cold and grey rainy days
Outside derelict building's
Who's roofs were lost to german bombs
We as children dared each other not to go into
For fear of stirring up a hornets nest
Of represed abandonment feelings
Lest best we be remembered forgotten
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