View Media


A poem about being underage and hating it.

Vist Bronwen M-D's Profile


I must confess, my luck is down
For when I venture into town
And try my luck at the rose and crown
My requests are met with disapproving frown

‘Jack and coke?’ it’s not that hard
So why deny me avante guard
Could you not humour my façade?
Oh please, don’t tell me I am barred

It’s not my day, I’ll have to wait
Another year, that’s just my fate
And work myself into a state
“You’re not 18, just go home mate”


There are no comments for this entry yet.

Leave a Comment:

You must be a member to leave a comment. Login or Sign Up