"kate's poem" the beautiful story of a womans life, was found in a hospital locker after she died,
I was so impressed with the depth and beauty of this poem that I wanted to write the story from a man's perspective, only my warped sense of humour got in the way.
Stan (the man’s) poem
What do you see Nurse? What do you see?
What are you thinking? When you’re looking at me,
That I’m a grubby old pervert, with wide open flies,
Got disgusting habits, eats too many pies,
Who pinches your bottom, and says it’s in jest?
Then slurps at his curry, more stains down his vest
Who seems not to notice, his pants filled with poo,
And shaves half his whiskers and thinks that will do;
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
You bath me, yet nothing, my “todger” lies still.
Is that what your thinking? Is that what you see?
Look closer then Nursey, you’re not looking at me!
I’m a small child of seven, with father and Mother;
Brothers and sisters, who hate one another.
I’ve trees to be climbed, and have classmates to fight
With girls to be kissed, I’ve at last seen the light.
A young man of sixteen with thoughts in his head
Who plays with his privates, while laid in his bed.
At eighteen, my life, is all sporting and drink,
With farting and cleaning, a bedroom that stinks,
To arrive soon at twenty- my heart gives a jump,
A girl of my own, whom I’m happy to hump,
I’m twenty-five now, with kids round my feet,
And working all hours, Co’s I’ve bills yet to meet.
My woman seems happy, with young of her own,
Who needs me to pay, for a safe happy home.
A man turning thirty, my family grows fast,
Yet in breed pecking order, it’s sad to be last,
The kids still get kisses; the dog get’s a rub,
My wife seems to hate me; I’m off down the pub,
At forty, the kids are all grown up and fled,
Leaving me with the misses, now I’m filled with dread,
At fifty, my plonker, it sadly looks south;
My hair is receding, there’s no teeth in my mouth,
My six pack is rounded, all gone I might fear
Still look on the bright side, still time for a beer.
The wife’s gone out drinking, along with her mate,
To a boy grabbing party, I guess she’ll be late.
Our young are all busy, raising young of their own
They don’t seem to notice that their mothers left home.
The porn sites kept busy, and at Sixty that’s sad,
Still it reminds me, when I was a lad,
I’m a pensioner now and nature is cruel,
To give me a misses, that thinks I’m a fool,
She wants’ me to pay for her new happy home,
leaving me in a bed sit, sad and alone.
My strength starts to dwindle, and vigour depart,
There’s now a pace maker where once was a heart,
Yet inside this carcass, a young man still dwells,
I’ve discovered Viagra, now the plonker will swell,
I re-live the good times, though paying’s, a pain,
Least, I’m loving, and living life, over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fate, that nothing can last.
So, open your eye’s Nurse; open and see,
A grubby old pervert, well maybe, that’s me!