THE AGEING GALOOT..
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Nov 07, 2020
"Once the class clown...always fooling around, the centre of attention in the playground. You had to be the one making all your mates laugh, buffoon, and court jester...will be your epitaph. Disrupting the lessons, throughout your time in school, distracting the class while playing the fool. Now you're an old man...it's too late for you to learn, yes, you have now gone past, the point of no return. It's time to accept that you're no longer a "hoot," and to everyone that knows you...you're just an old ageing Galoot!"
Tags: Sad, Humor,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 07, 2020 at 11:01am
Hahaha....every class had at least one....
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 07, 2020 at 4:44pm
We had one in our school he could tell a story.Always fooled around .
He got us spell bound,well written fun poem Frank.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Nov 08, 2020 at 11:56am
Thanks Chris...ðŸ‘ðŸ».....Hahaha I often wonder if the two lads in my class are still acting the fool....(I hope so)...✌ðŸ»
Talal Uddin
commented on Feb 05, 2021 at 5:32pm
A well-furnished poem. Keep it up, frank.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Apr 16, 2021 at 6:52pm
Thank you Talal...ðŸ‘ðŸ»
