Tosh and posh. (Tony Hanley and Paul O'shay)
This is the story of two boys from a town,
Each from a side where wealth would then bound.
One from the rich side, where money was aplenty,
The other from the side, where coffers were empty.
Two children of different, sides of the track,
First met on a hill, near the docks at the back.
Tosh was a boy, dragged up in this place,
He fought for every inch, but with always a dirty face.
Posh was the opposite, of this boy from the mire,
Dressed smart, educated, and high on the pyre.
When posh was being bullied, tosh got in the first blow,
This the first time they met, he became posh's hero.
Inseparable they were, through youth and then man,
Breaking a few Windows, then off they then ran.
Tosh had a talent, he was dead eye with a stone,
From a long way back, he'd hit the eye of a storm.
When tosh left school, he worked in a lumber yard,
The job was well paid, but incredibly hard.
The yard was owned, by his old school friends dad,
The friend that he'd had, since being a young lad.
In the canteen on the wall, was an old used dartboard,
Each day he would play, and win money for reward.
Tosh became so very good, he entered competitions,
His friend posh would help, by organising the admissions.
Tosh became a world champion, at this sport that he loved,
Posh became his manager, as those two fit like a glove.
On his last day on earth, with his friend by his side,
Tosh left this earth, with his head held up high.
Two boys from different worlds, became friends for all time,
So it just goes to show, you don't judge a book, by its dime...
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've had this story of these two boys in my head For a fair few years, I can see the picture on The front of the book, a hill, two small figures On the top, either side is houses on one, And factory chimneys belching out smoke On the other side, its all drawn in charcoal My favourite drawing material.. It's drawn in a match stick men way... I can see it As vividly as I see my reflection in the Mirror...
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Comments3
Great story! Love the names!
Thank you WBL..
Awesome
Thank you Tony
Welcome
What a great story so well put across - Would love to get my paints out for this one so get that pen going PH
Thank you Michael
I have a thought stuck
In my mind.. it\'s a hill,
Two match stick boys
On the top, but small,
To the left of the hill
Is the factory side of town
Chimneys belching smoke
Out, surrounded by little
Terrace houses, on the other
Side of the hill is suburbia
Detached houses, but that side is lite up whereas the factory side is dark... I see everything drawn in
Charcoal, black like a negative, except the light above suburbia.
Anyway that\'s how it looks in my mind..
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