Inclement Weather

Inclement Weather

 

On rainy mornings before going to school 

my mother fearful that I should catch a cold

Insisted that I was well wrapped up

in black wellington boots, a yellow waterproof and a sou´wester

 

I loathed this garb as it made me stand out

for which I became an object of ridicule

One nasty boy with curly hair called Dinger Bell

said that I resembled a ´Fisherman´s Friend ´  

 

Through driving rain I would arrive at school

as if I had disembarked from a fishing trawler

I needed no identification for the register

everyone knew I had just left my moorings

 

I pleaded not to wear this awful clothing

I preferred a gaberdine raincoat instead

Mother was adamant, quite intransigent

so I became known as Lozenge, the

Fisherman´s Friend

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<Deleted User> (19913)

Fri 8th Mar 2019 08:58

Ha, yes. I can definitely relate. Great poem Keith, thanks for making me re-live moments of mother-induced mortification. ?

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Jon

Fri 8th Mar 2019 08:49

Hi Keith

Brilliantly conveyed, reminds me of my Parents constant threat to make me wear red wooden clogs as a young lad, although this, thankfully, never came to fruition. I laugh about it now, but constantly tried to hide them for fear of being made to put them on.

Poor you in that get up! It's made for a great read now, however.

Jon

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 5th Mar 2019 12:38

The trials of childhood well caught!
I particularly like the last lines - how real these seem when recalling
the idle cruelties of tender years!

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Don Matthews

Sun 3rd Mar 2019 21:04

Yes, I like this Keith ?

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