the mallets thump
kegs give their ale
lapels wear jokes
as fresh as Sunday's slops
slim beginners
bend round expert guts
a beerstained dog
is sniffing round for scraps
a tweed strains lamplight
through an upheld beer:
astronomer confronted
with eclipse
anoraks begin to lurch
the oompah band
makes jumpers limp
as hops mix up the steps
a rugby shirt
starts singing
but is scuppered
by hiccups
now my eyeballs
are rebelling
looks like this
is where it stops.
© Paul Taylor 1992
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