Excruciating as a saw
that screeches as it chews and jaws
His voice was torment to my ear
His odour filled canals with tears
In short I hated his loud voice
But my parents made him their first choice.
To disobey was quite a wrench
Until I recalled his woeful stench
Yet some lifebuoy soap and elocution
lessons might have made this persecution
lessen and so I could have
pleased my parents ,would I had.
Oh aha ,I ran away
And here I am with you today.
But where he is,no-one will say
His hat was sold just yesterday.
How my heart speaks 