Guy: A Rondel

April never really knew Guy,
But her father liked him a lot.
His nose was always filled with snot,
His skin always crusty and dry,

His shirt all splashed with specks of pie
And his knee scabbed with bloody clot.
April never really knew Guy,
But her father liked him a lot

Despite always making him cry
Or so mad he smashed mum’s teapot
In a frustrated rage, red hot.
Dad found it hard to say goodbye.
April never really knew Guy.

© Carl Burkitt 2017

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month.

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