The community socials
Were awkward and
Uncomfortable for father
He was invariably asked
And what ever became
Of the little one called
John?
And they knew
They just liked to cruelly
Provoke him
For their sons were
Doctors and lawyers
And politicians
With splendid homes
Up long winding roads
Manicured and nourished
By the finest manure.
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