Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.

Thursday, 17 June 2021

My wicked uncle in Coventry

was wicked only to me
(his sister's awkward bastard)
because he did not like shy,
wussy, left-handed little boys.
He was a medical practitioner,
a family doctor who used to make tea
for his elderly patients,
light their fires in winter
and take an interest in them.
He or his practice-partner often knew
other family members 
and the family history.

But he frightened me.
It was he who prevailed
upon my mother to send me to a school
which would 'toughen me up'.
In this (I'm glad to say) he failed.


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