She was a goodie two shoes,
All through school,
Sue sucked up to the teacher,
Best marks came as a rule.

T’was no fun to come second
All through school,
And always in her shadow,
Just feeling like a fool.

At last we reached eleven,
We change our School
No girls to steal my thunder,
Top marks each time – I’m Cool.

So on I went to College
Pursue Degree,
There are girls back in our Classes,
No longer are we free.

Their every move has altered,
Sensuously,
And bodies so well rounded,
To entrap the likes of me.

How can one have these wicked thoughts,
All through Class,
And contemplate their nubile forms
Be brave, Lets try a pass.

The lecture ends so quickly
Everybody out,
But jostling up beside her,
A coffee, Sue, I shout.

A nod of confirmation,
Success at last.
So hand in hand we wander,
Isn’t life a blast?

We’re half way to the Union,
Past O’Hara’s Bar,
I think I’d rather have a pint,
Ok, let’s have a Jar.

So what have you been up to,
Since Wee School,
Sue said she’d rather not reply,
The tale was long and cruel.

Now this, it caught my interest,
The pints were poured,
She looked into it wistfully,
Whilst my lust soared.

Come tell your well-kept secrets,
Trust me now,
You really do not want to know,
Don’t beat my brow.

We’re young, the world’s our oyster,
It’s all go.
Not with two kids, no spouse, no home,
My life’s all show.

How could this clever pretty lass,
Fall so far,
I think that I’ll be needing
Something stronger from the bar.

It’s not like what you’re thinking,
No such sins,
Mother died when I was twelve,
Whilst she was bearing twins.

The only thing that I could do,
There and then,
Was start to run the household,
For Da and Ken and Len.

So life went on so simply,
Times were hard,
A crèche at school for babies,
But our lives were scarred.

Seven years and Dad’s remarried,
Scheming Bitch,
I’m on my own in digs now
They live amongst the rich.

For Dad had won the Lotto,
Nanny hired,
She got her claws into him,
And a son he sired.

My feeble protestations
Went unheard,
The five of them to Foxrock
Left me alone - plain scared.

A scholarship to college,
Here I am,
Hoping education,
Will help me give a damn.

Dear Sue, I am so sorry,
All these years,
I envied your position,
No thought of all these tears.

How much you must have suffered,
Playing Mum,
No way a goodie two shoes
But everybody’s chum.

That is, save wicked step-mum,
Evil One,
May she rot in hell in Foxrock,
With all your father’s sons.

By Daithi