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Saturday 18 December 2021

Aaron, a poem by Tom Leonard

                                                                        AARON

                                                                by Tom Leonard





                   I AM OF THE RANDOM ONE IN  A THOUSAND

                  WITH AN EXCESS OF CHROMOSONE TWENTY-ONE

                   I ATTRACT EMPATHY

                  AND A UNIVERSAL FEELING OF FAMILY

                   I HAVE A BENT FIFTH FINGER TIP

                  AND A PROPORTIONATELY LARGE TONGUE


                   I ATTEND A SPECIAL SCHOOL IN THE WOODLANDS,

                   WHERE I MEET MY FRIENDS WITH AUTISM

                   DYSPRAXIA AND ADHD.

                   WHEN WE GET BORED WITH THE TEACHER

                    WE GO FOR A WALK AND A CHAT

                   BEYOND THE WATER OF LEITH


                    I AM OFTEN STARVING

                   COS MY FAMILY IN WESTERHAILES

                   CAN'T PAY THE BILLS.

                    BUT THE FOOD PARCELS KEEP TUMBLING INTO MY BLOCK

                    FROM KINDLY SOULS WHO EAT ON THE HOG                               

                    AND THE TIT-BITS PULL ME OUT OF MY FOG.

                     

                     THE GNOME-LIKE HI HEID YIN OF THE  ALMIGHTY

                     SENT US A JOINT OF VENISON FROM THE NEW CLUB LAST WEEK;

                     COST NINETY-SEVEN QUID, THAT IT DID.        

                     HE MUST KNOW THE MEANING OF JESUS'S LOVE,

                     HIGH IN HIS LOFT,

                    ON HIS GILDED PERCH ON PRINCES' STREET,

                     ENTRANCE FEE ELEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS,

                     ANNUAL SUBSCRIPTION EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY MORE SMACKERS,

                     MUST BE CLUBBABLE WITH SNOT-RIDDEN MATES.

                     NO TRACKSUITS, TEE-SHIRTS, SHORTS, SPORTS CLOTHES OR TRAINERS.


                    TEACHER'S TEACHING US HOW TO COOK,

                    WHEN WE HAVE THE INGREDIENTS TO MUSTER,

                     AND THAT'S WHAT I WANNA BE WHEN I GROW UP

                    A BIG GRAND CHEF IN A HOTEL IN THE SKY

                    THAT GIVES DELICACIES TO ALL FAR AND NIGH.


                                                     


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