<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Talking To Me?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A proper little gangster glared, <br>Ferociously at first, <br>At anyone who stopped and stared<br>And dared to do their worst...<br>Then confrontation reared its head, <br>Hell-bent upon a fight, <br>As if he had no sense of dread<br>And in it took delight...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he asked, 'You talking to me? <br>There's no-one else around! '<br>He glared with utmost emnity, <br>As if meant to astound...<br>Yet there he was, a simple soul, <br>No muscles and no brawn, <br>Just beady eyes as black as coal<br>And smirking full of scorn...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at him and laughed out loud! <br>I sniggered to his face! <br>To see him all puffed up and proud, <br>As if he owned the place! <br>I left him there, unharmed, unhurt, <br>Still thinking he looked cool...<br>In truth, he was a harmless squirt, <br>A poor deluded fool...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is based on the magnificent painting <br>by Stephen Gayford called 'You Talking To Me? '. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More Stephen Gayford poems here: <br>denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367927" data-title="You Talking To Me? de Denis Martindale" data-description="A proper little gangster glared, Ferociously at first, At anyone who stopped and stared And dared to do their worst... Then confrontation reared its head, Hell-bent upon a fight, As if he had no sense of dread And in it took delight... So he ..."></div> </div> </div>

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