Susan Fitchin

Susan Fitchin, inhabited the big house

On the corner of our street

She owned the biggest teddy

And was always classed as sweet

Susan Fitchin, was a paragon!

How every 'perfect' child should be

Her bedroom was an ivory tower

Her neatness plain to see

My mother during lectures, always used to say

"Why can't you be more like Susan Fitchin,

And 'adapt' your reckless way!"

Susan Fitchin, had the most perfect teeth

She cleaned them twice a day

They filled her face, like gleaming terraces

As she kept the plaque at bay

Her elocution, was precisely perfect

She attended private school

Her tiny feet were faultless

And she never broke a rule

Her clothes were never dirty

And adults never, heard her swear

Her meticulous-ideal, shadow

Cast a standard, I felt unfair

The truth about Susan Fitchin

I tried many times to reveal

As the assumed, parental benchmark

Wasn't actually real!

Susan Fitchin, was a liar

A phoney and a cheat

Ok, she had me with the teeth

And probably with the feet

But she swore, like a ruddy trooper

When my parents weren't in sight

And as my Mum came running

Susan dimmed her foulmouthed light

Everything was a set up, contrived for all to see

The mud, the swearing, throwing fists of gravel

Susan beamed the blame on me

In Susans hands I sufferd, all my childhood years

With her lies and slights, well covered

And concealed from adult ears

I always, was one thing, Susan could never see

Though it's taken twenty years to prove

And probably a lifetime, for her to be

Susan Fitchin, suffers daily

As I now, live on the corner of her street

With my polished pearly whites

And designer buckets on my feet

My Jag, and decor annoy her, as she has a tiny flat

My terrier infuriates, her less than perfect cat

All this bothers Susan Fitchin

Though it doesn't bother me

As Susan Fitchin lives for worldly goods

There all that she can see

She continues in her life and her compassions still pretend

Blinded to the truth, I'm probably still her only friend!
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