Pumpkin

Pumpkin



Fast asleep in bed

Midnight visitor arrives

Purring cat on head.

The English Reserve

The English Reserve



The English reserve is the tethering nerve

which holds taut the stiff upper lip.

But the secret, my friend, is the nerve’s other end

And to that which it's tied and guarded with pride

By chaps on the street and gentlemen’s men.

Midweek

Midweek




Two days' grind with yoke and flog

Two days hence 'til weekend fuck

Midweek respite to bind with mates

Bring your arse to Dog and Duck.

Where but the Pub?

Where but the Pub?



Got socks 'round the ankles and battered pride?

Where but the pub swim haddock deep in batter fried.

The One that Got Away

The One that Got Away



Parting lips for pints and quips

In pub I wait for Mark and chips.