He stopped me not far from home <br />Told me straight he wanted my phone <br />'leave of mate' I nervously said, <br />then he grinned and punched me straight in the head. <br /> <br />Dazed, spinning, and feeling sore <br />I found myself lying on the dirty floor. <br />'last chance mate then it gets ugly' <br />so I gave him my phone rather hurriedly. <br /> <br />Every dropp of dignity dripped into the drain <br />As I tried to look strong and hide my pain. <br />Yet this just seemed to anger him some more <br />so he spat at me and kicked the floor. <br /> <br />Now I was past the point of fear and pain <br />and maybe down to damage to the brain <br />I whimpered 'What would your mother say' <br />'if she knew what you were doing today' <br /> <br />'im ere cause of er bloody abbit <br />and if she dont get her fix she'll op like a rabbit <br />So she'll say harry up son, <br />me arms are shaking and I got the runs. <br /> <br />Then off he ran down my once safe street <br />And there I stood, feeling totally beat. <br />cursing and scolding my stupid self <br />which in turn had increased his wealth. <br /> <br />Soon an old lady stopped to see If I was ok, <br />'No' snapped I, then turned and walked away <br />only to hear her shouting the phrase of the day <br />Now just what would your...........................<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-would-your-mother-say/
