Triffic Trevor
Off to Crowden to escape Thatcher’s Britain for a week at
least
Hiking and rock-climbing filled our day
The peace of this place healed our souls
In our dorms we chatted and dreamed
On a particular day for no particular reason
Bursting through the door stood Triffic Trevor
Naked from head to food apart from Y fonts, that had gone
a funny colour
Like a real darts playing pointing to his pride
Boasting of Ten wanks a day
With his blood shot eyes
In stunned silence we stared wide eyed
As he demanded from this day on
Its Ten wanks Trevor to you
One week at Crowden
©Martin
Hickman, March 2014
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| Note ten wanks Trevor stood up with arms folder Im the one second from the left sat down |
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