The Butchers Shop Incident

We met outside the sewage works gate

You know the one down old Parkgate.

The aromatic atmosphere of the moment, and place entering our senses

You wore more make up than Billy Smarts Clown

You said “let’s get Romantic”

So I took us on for a Street Light, lit delight for two.

Pie & Peas supper washed down with a gallon of Sam Smiths best

You pushed me into the doorway, of that ancient butcher’s shop.

I felt like a submarine on an emergency dive

As conning tower plunged deep into bush country.

Mushy peas taking effect as you parted my hair

With a huge blast, from your ballast tank.

We were at it like two rabbits on the last day of spring

Then it happened caught by the lust police.

Bright Torch shining and blinding in our eyes

“Hello hello what’s all this then”? Said PC Plod

You panic and ran screaming pulling up your knickers

As you faded in the distance up old Stock lane.

I ran in the opposite direction un parting, the parting

Made by your farting.

One Romantic Night in Rawmarsh 

Martin Hickman©October 2016