AT THE BUS STOP

Posted by Admin on 1 June 2008, 12:00 am

Five in a queue,
pretty and pert,
girls from school,
extrovert.
In platform shoes,
a-twitter with news,
“At Christmas,” said one,
“the party was fine,
’til Reggie started
on barley wine.”
Another is sending a Valentine –
a card she doesn’t intend to sign,
and one (I wish I hadn’t heard)
uses Alf Garnett’s favourite word.
I note a coat
and well-brushed spread
from golden head,
set off indeed
by dark green tweed.
The bus is late,
time to debate –
of which would I rather
be the father?
Or have as an ‘in-law’
if blest with a son?
The bus arrives.
The answer’s “None.”