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‘the beast’
WHEN the wind works against us in the dark,
I see the Tescos sign burning like red coals in the night eating my mind
I am pelted by snow. Alas it is an open bag of sago
The cashier whispers with a stifled bark
It’s buy one get one free, ‘the beast’
Dost she think I am in need of charity?
How the cold creeps as the fire of my soul ebbs
Confused by soulless goblins of men pushing metal carts
Filled with extravagant gifts
I take my basket with whisky and stout and ‘The beast’ checks it out.
Ha ha! a brammer of a poem if ever there was one.
Love the use of "dost" it floored me.
Enjoyed, well written indeed. Cheers.
Ha ha! a brammer of a poem if ever there was one.
Love the use of "dost" it floored me.
Enjoyed, well written indeed. Cheers.
Ha ha! a brammer of a poem if ever there was one.
Love the use of "dost" it floored me.
Enjoyed, well written indeed. Cheers.
My dear Gabrielle i have absolutely no idea how the triplets appeared, apologies most sincerely the PC must be on the blink blink blink.