Hausgemachter Unsinn   von Mara_Black
                    (Mein stümperhafter Versuch zu dichten)
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                    Kapitel 5: Predjudices Poem - My Tenant
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Baggy jeans, casual wear,
earphones on
and I could swear,
a black man's son
will never be my tenant.

"Careless habit of the youth",
I say to my kitten.
"Not the colour of his mouth,
but he wasn't fittin' -
could never be my tenant."

Next was an asian family.
I gasped in horror,
when I see
there muslim hats with sorrow,
will never be my tenants.

I hoped for a common one,
a real nice local lad
just like a son,
then I would be glad.
This would be my tenant!

But my favoured candidate
turned out to be one of their gang - 
and now to take the keys back it's too late.
He is whistling in their slang.
But he was my perfect tenant...

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