The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
                      An Acrostic
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The Nobel endorsement of one’s peers.
Have you been born to into greatness ?
Easy if you have and the silver spoon fits

Not so easy though if your father was jobless
Or your mother left him n ran off with a poet
Bare with me whilst I relate as I was homeless
Ever read n writing .A poet but I didn’t know it
Long before mums lover ,Life was so hopeless

Even though I was a twinkle in her lovers eye.
Nineteen thirty nine and Poland was overrun.
Dunkirk was soon to be a last battle to survive
Over Europe war was on n Fighters in the sky
Rivers of blood Churchill said n he was so right
Seeing the Battles of Britain raging in the skies
Enemies at the gates n cities thru the night
Mum gave birth to me upon a bleak bus ride
Eventually she washed me oh so clean n bright
Now she’d a poet of her own to display w’pride
To her an only son was all she’d want in life.


Oliver Philip was the name she called the child
Four years a world war raged it was pretty dire

One small mouth t’feed was all she’d afford
Not a dull child , he soon learned to write.
Essays, stories and poetry every single night
So teachers knew this child was very bright.

People came from far n wide to view this boy
Espousing the works of all dead poets out loud
Even Shakespeare, Keats and dear old Malloy
Revealingly the secret that she fed him books
So giving her boy the noble endorsement of  
           Ones Peers.
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Written by Philip.
November 20th 2018.
An Acrostic.