An Urge to Pee
The Davieses had three
sons
and a golden Labrador
called Jasper
Stand-offish, they
rarely played with me
since they were a
close-knit threesome
but on the rare
occasion Mum wasn't home
(hospital appointments,
hairdresser's)
I'd go there after
school for tea.
Their Dad was an
architect and scout master,
stern and forbidding,
especially
about the use of his
study. Their mum
ran the local girl
guides but was the best cook
in the whole street.
Better than my mum.
She used to bring us
casseroles when Mum had gone,
and before I turned
into one of those
teenage evangelical
vegetarians
but her husband;
retired and a bit doolally,
thought she and Dad
were having an affair
and that was the end of
the friendship.
Except for the dog, who
visited often
to play with our
mongrels and shit in our garden;
a smelly old bastard
with balls to his knees
and a constant urge to
pee.
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