Monday, 28 October 2019

Flies on Him

He was the sort of
Who used the word
In the north
That thought every
Car horn
Was for him
That coughed
The same joke
Every time the dibble
Troubled the pub

Never a lighter
Only Swan vesta
After investing in
The carling darling
Would say
As they would say
In Russia
Muss go
Half knew the names
Of everyone 
And everyone heard him so

His blue tinted glasses
Would steam into him
On Derby day
Chalked nose
Chalked points 
House rules
Winner stays
He left
That tesco bag
Untold kids
Was not found for a year
Cos his flat
Was near the bins

And the Barmaids' curse
The Barmaids curse
'Till the next one stepped in

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