POETRY: HONEY… THAT DRUNK MAN JUST TOLD OUR DOG TO ‘FUCK OFF!’ BY PAUL TRISTRAM

“Really, which one?”

“The Rottweiler.”

“No silly, I mean which drunk man…this is Swansea?”

“Oh, that one over there with all those prison tattoos,
the carpet-burn on his forehead, walking with a stutter
and talking with a limp, arguing with those pigeons,
with a cloth ‘Welsh Bitter’ beermat sewn on his jeans.
You really can’t miss him sweetheart!”

“Oh yes we can, come on around this way,
and keep an eye on that damn dog next time,
bloody thing’s going to get us all in trouble one day!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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