tagNon-Erotic PoetryNo fairytale

No fairytale


They've got sows
big as cows
They've got highways of cars
but the rain drenches often
so let's go for a jar.
When you first caught my eye
on a cold Monday eve
you promised that
heaven was waiting for me.
I was loud
you were flashy,
the band playing trashy
and when they stopped playing
we begged please no more.
Some threesomes were swinging
your drunken friends singing,
we kissed round the corner
then you stayed overnight.
The lads of the local Rugby Club
were singing Yogi Bear
and the sirens were ringing out
across the square.

With apologies to the Pogues!

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