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Harry Stottal

by Power User D Poet Rhumour on September 05, 2011

I once met old Harry Stottal,
a bricky from down Hackney Marsh.
He didn't much care for tory politics,
so spoke of Maggie in words most harsh.

As far as his philosphy of life went,
we'd no need for any more toffs,
yet they were mostly the folk he built for,
even though their way of life made him cross.

He drove an old van with just one seat,
for the other had got in the way,
when he'd had a load of long timber
to take back to his home one day.

For he'd been building a large extension,
just to use up the bricks that he had,
left over from so many jobs he'd done,
since leaving school when he were a lad.

Just a few miles away in Dalston,
we lived for a while with so few cares.
But we avoided our nearest neighbour,

8 Comments

YOU LOST ME ON THIS ONE WAY OUT IN RIGHT FIELD ( FAR OUT ). CAVED AND INUNDATED.

21 months ago

Hehe - a fair bit of knowledge of London is needed to put things into context right from the start of this piece...

21 months ago

so touching poem love it

20 months ago

Thank you Miss Glo - glad you enjoyed it! Best wishes, Dave

17 months ago

Hello Miorita, thanks for commenting - yes there are many interesting characters in London - probably in most other cities too :) Best wishes, Dave

17 months ago

Lovers notion of love may change from time to time and if the subject matter of love cannot be free from controversies then its affection cannot escape controversies and as such every good lover must make use of the available finding of love to appraise of the predicament that will arise in future for love affair duties

17 months ago

Thank you for commenting Vivian, though I'm not clear where the love connection arose... Best wishes, Dave

17 months ago