Never been to Oxford !
I know in heart,
No way I owe,
One morsel of debt,
For all I surely lost.
But did I miss a treat,
Donning cloth cap and pads?
Or rowing against,
Another most famous team?
Rob Lowe had been there,
One summerster or two,
When lively boyhood knew,
Just how fast he grew.
Crisp white linen pants,
Becoming from every angle,
Have never been my desire,
Or called my heart alive.
Some pangs of shame come,
Underachieving was my style,
Couldn’t run a tenth of a mile,
But was great sitting on my bum, awhile.
But the nearing end of days,
Can make me attempt miracles,
To rise into the fray,
Where nobles and kings compete.
Challenges in a council house,
Free school dinners, embarrassment.
My parents split, a joy,
Yet poor me, poor us, poor no.
Catching up in retrospect is,
As foolish as the hope to be,
Known on equal terms,
If you don’t like me,
F… You Too!!!!
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