The Tumbler.

 

she managed all her bits

quite well – a cigarette

between her ageing lips the

usual woman’s things her

walking stick and tethered

to the lengthy lead a

smallish dog yet dangling

from her fingers held a

pooper scooper bag

 

the doggie did what doggies

do on pavements where the

public to and fro so she then

packaged up the log and gob

smacked me with her well

practiced juggling

◄ Freshfield Sands.

Redundant Churches. ►

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bernard shelton

Wed 19th Jan 2011 11:07

good un Philipos

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 18th Jan 2011 16:53

A very neat poem. I like it!

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