Sunday, 24 July 2016
Thing of Beauty
He had wanted to tell her
how privileged he felt
to have known her,
but his lack of education
his shocking sense of direction
meant that privilege
end on a privy ledge
of a public menace
who lived next door,
in The Roundabout Flats ,
upon the 17th floor.
Standing on that ledge,
he thought he spotted her
on the pavement below.
Not one to forget his manners,
he resolved to go
and say hello .
- WTF ! ! ? innnit ? ! Why ?you still writin' stuff like that about u and me !
- Look !Kolee it's allegorical, metaphorical, you don't need to take everything so literally
- All I wanted to say . ..
- Oh I know what you wanted to say ; get me all exsited so you can have your wicked way
wiv I .. . but wot i dunt get, why dew hav to to do it in a bog ? ! innit
- Sorry ! Kolee, I have absolutely no . .
- NO !!Sik its prety obviamente to me , that this geeza is using that nextdoorgeezas bog
even tho' theres a publik loo close by -aparente - and theres 17 floors ?yeah on
a bleedin' roundabout spinnin' like fukin' zebadee on mushes and well no wonder ! this
geeza loses is balanse and ends up back on the bog , pukin' up sindood ( ? ! innit )
- So that's your evaluation of my .. . . of that piece then ? !
- Is that what you really think ?