Mr Point
Mr point would indicate wherever he might be
He’d point at you and sometimes he would also point at me
He’d point at mountains and at sky and sometimes at the sea
And sometimes at his willy if he had to take a pee
He’d point toward the motorway if you asked him the way
He’d point toward the sky if you asked what colour’s grey
He’d point at the calendar before he named the day
He’d point at everybody else, if you said, ‘So, who’s gay?’
Mr Point will point down south, he’ll even point out Stoke
He’ll point out Adam Hargreaves if he ever ends up broke
But Mr Point ain’t named because his fingers like to poke
Mr Point he’s called because he never gets the joke
[Dear Mr Hargreaves... if you want to get your hands on ‘Mr Point’...
I accept bank transfers and hard cash]
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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