Guillym was five. <br />Talked to himself <br />all the time. <br /> <br />Bright too <br />- as a shiny coin. <br />Bit of a bush lawyer, <br />you might say. <br /> <br />Nicked a banana <br />one day at school. <br />Stuffed the whole lot <br />into his mouth. <br />Then tossed the skin. <br /> <br />The teacher saw him. <br />'Guillym...' <br />'Put it in the bin! ' <br /> <br />'Why should I? <br />'It wasn't my banana...'<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bush-lawyer/
