Why Urchin?

When amongst his
Kith and kin
He too tried to
Join-in
Games and plays and heard them shout
You are too gauche
So
Stay out.

For every bowl of spilt milk
He was the only one of his ilk
He was shabby, he was dim
All fingers were trained at him.

Left alone in a sizeable crowd
Yipping yapping shouting loud
He made his castles then in
Fresh air ever so thin
(That’s why Ma’am)
An
Urchin.

~Glow Worm~
 

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