Mr Lingard

Mr Henry Lingard was the Caretaker (Janitor) at my school.

Oi, Humpy! Ling-ers! Lingo! Lurch!

It’s Mister Lingard to you, son,
and don’t be fooled by this broom,
I could snap you like a twig.

The eye? I left it in Taegu,
it had seen too much, and yes,
I do grind my teeth and set my jaw

so hard sometimes the muscles jump.
No, it’s not a hump, walking bent
meant snipers chose the upright man.

My head is razored for remembrance,
and to help me think straight.
I know exactly who I am, 

not Humpy Jack or Notre Dame,
I’m Henry Lingard, but to you
it’s Mister Lingard. Got that son?