04-21-2016, 03:46 AM
Following the hay wain
We found the Shire horse smashed,
his leather straps and wooden cart
a hollow casualty of another late night row.
He stayed at home while she went out
and came home legless, dropped off by a
different car each week.
"She's all fur coat and no knickers"
mum used to say, and then look at dad
as though he was a dog being trained
not to eat biscuits.
The morning after the night before,
found four young boys sitting on top
of our garage roof, pubescent in anticipation.
Beno had been chosen by natural selection
to go to the phone box on the corner
several minutes before.
The neighbours phone sat on a window sill
right next to the driveway
and was hidden from view,
unless you were on our garage roof.
It started to ring, each burst tingled with tension.
her stage was set and the curtains were up,
the whole audience was holding its breath,
fledglings perched on the edge of the nest
ready for their first flight.
On the tenth ring she stepped naked into the light.
Four voices in barbershop precision trailed off a,
fuuuuck mmme just as the sheet of pressed asbestos
gave way.
Hello, Hello!, who is this? she sounded angry.
With my arse hanging exposed inside the garage
I could just make out the pips bleeping as Beno
feverishly fed coins into the call box.
Hello, who is this? she demanded.
Beno's voice broke from a giggle
into a raucous "show us your tits"
and although I could hear every word.
I had to imagine her arm as it moved,
intimidated, as she covered her breasts.
We found the Shire horse smashed,
his leather straps and wooden cart
a hollow casualty of another late night row.
He stayed at home while she went out
and came home legless, dropped off by a
different car each week.
"She's all fur coat and no knickers"
mum used to say, and then look at dad
as though he was a dog being trained
not to eat biscuits.
The morning after the night before,
found four young boys sitting on top
of our garage roof, pubescent in anticipation.
Beno had been chosen by natural selection
to go to the phone box on the corner
several minutes before.
The neighbours phone sat on a window sill
right next to the driveway
and was hidden from view,
unless you were on our garage roof.
It started to ring, each burst tingled with tension.
her stage was set and the curtains were up,
the whole audience was holding its breath,
fledglings perched on the edge of the nest
ready for their first flight.
On the tenth ring she stepped naked into the light.
Four voices in barbershop precision trailed off a,
fuuuuck mmme just as the sheet of pressed asbestos
gave way.
Hello, Hello!, who is this? she sounded angry.
With my arse hanging exposed inside the garage
I could just make out the pips bleeping as Beno
feverishly fed coins into the call box.
Hello, who is this? she demanded.
Beno's voice broke from a giggle
into a raucous "show us your tits"
and although I could hear every word.
I had to imagine her arm as it moved,
intimidated, as she covered her breasts.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out