Poetry

Man of the Forest

By 19th May 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

In the forest, Robin Hood, because he was very good,
Robbed from the rich, gave to the poor but no one does that anymore.
Now we have a robbing hoody, definitely not a goody,
Mugging kids and granny bashing, nicking cars just right for crashing.
He’s never in the woods a lot, he’s sniffing glue or smoking pot.
He’ll not stand by a greenwood tree, he’ll find a wall to have a pee.
The only forest he will see is Waltham Forest Magistracy,
Comparing A.S.B.O.s, earned with pride, with those of outlaws met inside.

Andrew Diamond

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