and it will last for years.
Unfortunately I’ve had more than one.
The first came at school
when I lived in Canada
and my friends called me Boner.
I am not even going
to explain where that came from.
My next came at school
when I moved to England
and I was called Verdi.
It was derived from
my middle name Verdun.
When I left school and went to work
and I got collared with Sticky Toes
after I accidently spilt
glue on a floor
and got stuck in it
At my next job
I ended up with another
called Ratbag
after my scruffy appearance
while I was there.
However my next nickname
was garnished a few years and jobs later
and has come back to haunt me
from time to time
and that was Fluff.
It got that bad no one
knew me by my real name
and it even found its way
onto my wage slips.
Finally when I thought
I left it well behind
my wife told my late brother
and he started calling me Fluffy.
It was a little later I collared my latest
and final one I hope;
now I’m known as Dodgy Dave.
With that one I have become a tad notorious
having had a whole series of poems
written about my antics
called Dodgy Dave Tales
taken from true incidents in my life.
If you get a nickname
don’t get embarrassed,
just live with it until
the next one comes to call.
Just look what it did for me.
It made me rather infamous. Lol!
6 July 2013