Sow

SOW

Sow he was an athlete good, 
and an Murray so dark too. 
He cleared 7 feet where the high jump stood, 
yes at school he had a clue. 
A teacher jammed poor Sowboy's head, 
right through a glass paned door. 
His only crime was as he said, 
you will not talk no more. 
He delivered mail around the town, 
till the boss gave him the sack. 
He lingered at the school was found, 
some dobber knifed his back. 
Sow tried to die he took the pills, 
sucked OP rum as well. 
They pumped his gut some of those dills, 
as yet he lived to tell. 
He told me mate yes he was sad, 
he hated being black. 
Old Jimmy Doble was his dad, 
they lived in a tin walled shack. 
Big brother Podge often flogged poor Sow, 
it really wasn`t cricket. 
When he turned on Podge and flogged the cow, 
he used a steel star picket . 
Big Podge had gone a bit too far, 
he`d bottled some old cheese. 
She`d gone off in the ambulance car, 
Sow took revenge with ease. 
Just seven fractures of the skull, 
big Podge was surely dead. 
poor Podge he`d left this world so dull, 
Dancy`s paddock made his bed. 
Of Jimmy Doble`s death I`ll tell, 
The undertaker put him a coffin short. 
When he broke his legs to fit real well, 
said tall Jimmy was a sport. 
At State Prison Sow time did spend, 
and when they sent him home . 
No mates he had not one good friend, 
he wandered so alone. 
Sow he`d done his fifteen years, 
now he planned a funeral pyre. 
His spirit gone so choked with tears, 
he killed himself with fire. 
Of my mate Sow.... by D H Johnson.

lossschoolschoolrhyme

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