Here's Alison: Poor Little Boy
Alison Ross's poem highlights the damage that selfish parents can do to their children.
When I was just a young ‘un
My parents farmed me out
I was only seven
I was shocked, there is no doubt.
I had to live with Grandma
From Sunday night to Friday morn
I had an awful time there
I just wished I’d not been born.
Pop was not negotiable
And it was early off to bed
I didn’t get to see TV
Oh I wished that I were dead.
I had to do my homework
And never could I slack
But I’m nearly grown up now
So I’ll pay my parents back.
It did me irreparable harm
And it’s spoiling my life still
So why are my blinking grandparents
Laughing fit to kill?
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