Man of the Forest

by | May 19, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

In the forest, Robin Hood, because he was very good,
Robbed from the rich, gave to the poor but no one does that anymore.
Now we have a robbing hoody, definitely not a goody,
Mugging kids and granny bashing, nicking cars just right for crashing.
He’s never in the woods a lot, he’s sniffing glue or smoking pot.
He’ll not stand by a greenwood tree, he’ll find a wall to have a pee.
The only forest he will see is Waltham Forest Magistracy,
Comparing A.S.B.O.s, earned with pride, with those of outlaws met inside.


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