Gammy Legs

Bleach ‘n chlorine
mixed twix sweat
a smell the nostrils
won’t forget

after row
slatted benches
diggin’ trenches
in boney arsed
boys buttocks

Burst open the door
eyes to floor
don’t let him see your glances
hold your…
as he advances

A whistle shrill
makes you feel ill
your soul gives out a shiver
You dread to think
what he might say
the payload he’ll deliver

Hide your sticks
don’t let him see
Too late
Too late
His eyes fixate
a smirk replaced by glee

“Oh what has happened to his poor boy
Stand up and let me see!”
Though you try to remain
you can’t explain
what forces made you rise
you scan the room in pity
for hopeful alibis

Standing weakly
you stutter bleaky
“I… I… I’m sorry Sir
as you can see
I’ve broken mi leg
I won’t be able to do P.E.”

“Well looky here
its just fantastic
looks like we’ve
gained a spastic!”
The changing rooms erupt with vicious laughter
The echos go on ever after…

Its part of your training
preparing for life
but each new taunt
is a stab of the knife

But he must see you squirm
like a worm
under spade
The contorted expression
your face must have made

“You can’t do P.E?
It’s my leg Sir
can’t you see…
but you have two legs
you’re not a amputee!”

“Walk across the room
come on lad
let me see
Oh dear your leg
has gone all gammy”

From this day forth
your name has changed
Altered for good
and rearranged

they all scream
you pray to God that its just a dream

they all hiss
all boys enjoy
to take the piss

Not being the shy and retiring type
you seek the headmaster
since you have a gripe

“Oh dear poor boy
what do they call you?”
words stick like fish hooks
and face turns blue

gammy legs…
Gammy Legs
You just splutter
but the teacher is rolling
around in the gutter

3 years go by
your own name eroded
seems as if your head

But you limp by
as in time you know
what goes around
comes around
and in this case
becomes profound

Now 21
out there having fun
when you receive the news
someone paid their dues

Hit ‘n’ Run
or so they said
Rushed to hospital
left for dead

Broke both his tibias
and femurs too
His debts were really
Shattered his hip and his pelvis
won’t rock and roll
or look like Elvis

But do you go to hospital
just for a gloat?
No, no, no
you can keep your head afloat

For he’ll look down
each day and say
“Gammy Legs,
Gammy Legs,

Gammy Legs


Joined February 2008

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Artist's Description

Tis our experiences that shape us, sometimes scar us and thus impact upon the world around us.

I did ponder for a long time before I posted this.

Written last year, performed only once live, slayed everyone in the room!

For those who have not visited my recent journal
I would be very grateful if you paid it a visit
For whom the Ghost Calls
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