My Step Father.

He was a parsimonious litte man...

~~~

He was a small squat man

with a large bald head

that leaned permanently

to the left, as though

always looking askance.

 

He smelled of body odour,

stale smoke, and had a yellow mark

on his upper lip where the nicotine

had stained his skin as he continually held

The ubiquitous cigarette between his thin wet lips.

When he smiled (which was rarely) his rotten teeth

would turn the strongest stomach sour.

 

Around the house

he wore a greasy flat cap,

oily overalls and he would tut and sigh

if anyone happened to get in his way.

He never thought to say “excuse me�?/P>

He mumbled and grumbled

his way through each day and treated life like a chore.

He never ever treated my mother;

not to a night at the pictures

or a box of Black Magic

(they were her favourites)

When she died, he cried

rather a lot.

 

Six months later he had a smart new suit,

fancy shoes, false teeth

and a wig!

Then he took up ballroom dancing again�?/P>

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