Saviour Behaviour

My Friend Must’ lies on the hard floor,

He’s been called names such as rug-rat,

He has nearly always been humbly poor

And has always been so unhealthily fat.

 

He doesn't eat much, but the drink

Takes him to the brink of despair

Where he doesn't rationally think

As he seemingly doesn't have care.

 

He stares at the TV in a sad trance

And looks up to give you a glance,

Communicating with his sincerity

Duly to his loving Partner Julie.

 

She looks after him and their Daughter,

She is a site of might to highly savour,

She adheres to nice respectful behaviour

And to him and her is like their Saviour.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 01/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.