Sunday, 22 January 2017

poetry 2017 / 017

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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