Once when you were young
you never had the chance
to be like normal children
they scuffed your knees
turned martyrdom into a sport
as you were a diagnosed dyslexic:
very much cocooned
often aristocratic in pedigree.
TV became a refuge
a mechanical nanny !
Away from the special school down Brent.
The family car drove to North Wales
You said there was better scenery to be had on TV.
This moulded and shaped you.
Saturday afternoon matinee on BBC 2
an added bonus
sometimes glee, others slapstick humour.
One should curtsy to your droll disposition
hold in high esteem.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Once when you were young
you never had the chance
to be like normal children
they scuffed your knees
turned martyrdom into a sport
as you were a diagnosed dyslexic:
very much cocooned
often aristocratic in pedigree.
TV became a refuge
a mechanical nanny !
Away from the special school down Brent.
The family car drove to North Wales
You said there was better scenery to be had on TV.
This moulded and shaped you.
Saturday afternoon matinee on BBC 2
an added bonus
sometimes glee, others slapstick humour.
One should curtsy to your droll disposition
hold in high esteem.
This is about a fictional dyslexic and
his / her life of being bullied, as well as developing an independent personality
Based in the early 70s time frame
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