Nathanial Baines by Peter Dome


Nathanial Baines by Peter Dome
 
Poor Nathaniel Baines
For it  it never pours
But always rains
The unluckiest lad in the world.
Seven foot tall
Skinny as a lat
Had a nesting bird 
In his Topper hat
Trousers half mast
Holes in his shoes
Holes in his trouser bottom 
Where the wind blew through
Wild starring eyes
Crooked green teeth
Sticking out ears
That in the wind
Flapped lie leaves.
Nathaniel was such an unlucky lad
And I have to say its really sad
When he was three he fell out of a tree
Later caught ring worm rickets and fleas
Once he fell head first in a well
He was there days and it didn’t half smell
Children threw stones and called him names
But they’d always miss
Because of his skinny frame
He’d sway backwards and forwards in he wind
He had his own foul fragrance that lingered 
So you’d know where he’d been
He lived in a rickety smelly house
With Nora the rat and Ethel the paranoid cat.
Everything Nathaniel tried went wrong
He entered the Eurovision song contest
But at the vital moment forgot the song
Always falling in the village pond.
Poor Nathaniel Baines
For it  it never pours
But always rains
The unluckiest lad in the world.
One day out of the blue
Postman Percy said
”Eh Nathaniel got a letter for you”
It says you have won a competition
A cruise and dome travel money too.
Everyone in the village were so pleased
”Our Nathaniel’s won a trip overseas”
The Mayor declared a  holiday
Where locals danced and children played.
”At last it seemed Nathaniel’s lick has changed hurrah!.
Te day came and Nathaniel packed his bags  
And even wore his smartest rags
And headed  for he ship
Crowds gathered to wave him off
As the ship slipped away
On Nathaniel’s grand day
He looked down at his ticket 
And what did it say?
1st class ”Titanic’
Poor Nathaniel Baines
For it  it never pours
But always rains
The unluckiest lad in the world.
When news broke
The village locals were very sad
Poor old Nathaniel wasn’t that bad
They even erected a statue in the town
But with Nathaniel’s luck that fell down.
They say in the village at night
They see his ghost wander around
And he leaves his smell in the ground.
Poor Nathaniel Baines
For it  it never pours
But always rains
The unluckiest lad in the world.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2016 July
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