William spring onions.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Oct 13, 2017

Beware some would say
He is beyond repair
You wouldn't wish to
See him anywhere
Such an unwelcoming sight
If you saw him out late at night.
In trouble often with the law
Then locked behind prison doors
He spent some time within those cells
A place he called a living hell
For many years he would rant and rage
His life then turned another page.
Some thing happened to set him free
He found his solice in poetry
The judge he saw a different man
Not like the man he knew before
A second chance that opening door.
He said goodbye to all his crimes
No longer the villain he used to be
He made his escape through poetry.


Tags: Hope, Inspirational, Rhyme, Humor, Happy,

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Christopher Russon commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 1:54pm
His name was William onions but he had a liking for spring onions He changed his life around he eventually became well liked by the judge and the public He got involved with differant campaigns .he became a well respected poet. William spring onions the east end poet.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 6:46pm
Putting words into verse, was therapeutic, and cured his curse......love the poem Chris.....
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 9:54pm
Thank you Frank.reading a couple of his poems I got the impression he turned religious In his later life.
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 19, 2017 at 10:24pm
After reading your poem I googled William Onions, he is an unusual character indeed with an odd sounding name, you did him justice with this well written poem Christopher.
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 23, 2017 at 4:16pm
Thank you very much Cecilia he was very much an unusual charicter indeed. What ever happened to characters have they stopped making them.Ha ha.
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 05, 2018 at 7:10am
nice poem enjoyed
Christopher Russon commented on Feb 05, 2018 at 10:05pm
Thank you Dinesh for your comment.


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