Daddy-Long-Legs

They called him "Daddy-Long-Legs".
A long time ago.
Just skin and bones.
Where flesh should grow.
A long time ago.
A diet of bread and dripping.
Or fatty breast of lamb.
The kids of Britain lived on this.
Through out this war torn land.
His clothing came from scarecrows.
So the story goes.
His shoes were full of gapeing holes.
And cardboard kept them dry.
But not the cold from winters snow.
When ice did melt inside.
The called him "Daddy-Long-Legs".
His limbs were built to run.
Away from bombs and poison gas.
His nightmares and the Hun.
Skinny little matchstick boy.
His ribs were plain to see.
I knew this little skinny kid
That little waif was me

Peter(Bones)Wicks

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