The sheriff had a visitor who growled like thunder,
a rabid dog, teeth bared trying to tear him asunder.
She howled that he'd attacked a member of her pack
Saying Mark was the aggressor and giving him flack.
She told him he'd listened to those who are wrong
then called him a troll, singing that same old song.
He replied to her comments, showing no disrespect
but her defense of that yobbo is hogwash that I reject.
She accused the sheriff of robbing PS of a great poet.
But all the real troll offered was trouble. We know it.
The doggie's heckling prickled me like a thorn or a spur
I won't miss that cowardly 'deleter,' that cocky old cur.
She can defend her crud bud any way she chooses,
but he will always be the one many of us accuses
of bullying, for each time he returns he reeks of ill will.
Hope we've seen the last of him and his snippety quill.
Categories:
yobbo, bullying, community,
Form: Rhyme
Go on holiday to Bali it is so great
A gut full of grog I just can’t wait
Walking the streets being high as a kite
Is the holiday I want it’s so right
For the locals can see how it is for me
The Consulate will sort it out so easily
So see me drop kicking a motorcycle rider
Australian yobbos on holiday it’ll really grind ya.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
yobbo, life,
Form: Ballad