Could one persuade Virginia Wade
To take part in a parade,
Clutching a suede purse with her lips pursed?
Wade played tennis sufficiently well to win Wimbledon once,
In 1977, the year of the Queen’s silver jubilee.
Up to twice a year, the Queen gives out various honours,
But surely there’s more satisfaction in winning titles—
Like Virginia Wade and Jimmy Connors.
Free association styled prose from Julian Cloran, visual artist, writer, poet and agent provocateur. Random musings, which are sometimes cynical, but always intended for amusement, stimulation and entertainment. Comments are welcomed so don't be shy. Simply click on 'comments' to post yours.
Sunday 3 July 2016
I KNOW YOU’RE ON THE BUS!
If I had a £ for every time
I’ve heard fellow passengers,
On their mobiles,
Say: ‘I’m on the bus…’
I’d have burst pockets
And enough cash
To buy a gold-plated bus,
Which I could drive into bus queues
Of mobile phone users—losers:
Moaning about how late the bus is,
Who, when the bus arrives,
Still aren’t prepared for it,
Fumbling for their tickets or some change,
They look ugly, fat, stupid and strange.
I’ve heard fellow passengers,
On their mobiles,
Say: ‘I’m on the bus…’
I’d have burst pockets
And enough cash
To buy a gold-plated bus,
Which I could drive into bus queues
Of mobile phone users—losers:
Moaning about how late the bus is,
Who, when the bus arrives,
Still aren’t prepared for it,
Fumbling for their tickets or some change,
They look ugly, fat, stupid and strange.
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