The Rendezvous
We used to meet out side the old sewage work
gates
The shit bed perfume reminded me of our love.
You liked a meal out, so darn the Gate to
Speight’s
For a Pie and Pea Delight.
Romance was in the air
All washed down with Mr Smiths.
To show our love, a grope in the chip shop
doorway
Your passion was fierce,
Tha French kissed, and belched in unison.
Thi liquid fumes of Larger and black
Seeped into and invaded my senses.
You told of your ex “what a bastard he was”
As tha puked all over my cherry reds.
One Saturday neet darn Old Pargate.
Martin Hickman©June 2015
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