Queen

But someone would always find us.
Either the police or one of the neighbours.
I was 4 years of age.
I lived on the corner of Queen Street and Bent Street.
We were a few houses away from the beach. There was an Anglican Church on the
opposite corner.
The folks said the father was a queen.
I did not know where England was.
Mrs Camp lived across the road with her yapping
Maltese Terriers.
She had a blue rinse.
I just had to be a queer boy.