Tuesday, 26 September 2017 15:38

In The Middle

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I enjoyed the poetry session this morning. Using the technique Mandy showed us, I wrote this poem on the bus home. I'm not sure it needs the last verse though...

In The Middle

Maybe him across the road is called Dave 
or maybe it's George?
I don't much care.
He's just a round little man
with a round little car
he parks in front of me.
But why does her next door have to play her music so Goddamned loud
every Sunday afternoon?

Them the other side
beheaded my roses.
I don't much care.
They were growing over the fence,
so they saved me a job
and my garden's full of crap anyway.
But they could have asked me first.

Every Sunday afternoon
on comes Rod Stewart
at full blast.
I don't much care.
It's just she will insist on clapping
and singing along.
But, worse than that,
it's his crappy disco shite!

Maybe him across the road is called Dave 
or maybe it's George?
I don't much care.
He's just a round little man
with a round little car
he parks in front of me.
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