Wednesday 26 February 2014

an eighty third poem...'carry on carrington #2'

‘Where’s Sir Alex?’
Asked David.
‘Up there with Malcolm
And Wayne’,
Said Robin – although
He was only teasing.
David raised his
Bug eyes to
The fourth floor office,
And as he did so
He swore he
Could see smoke
Billowing from an
Open window.
‘Fire’, yelled David.
Steve looked round,
Incredulous.
Phil stopped picking his nose.
Robin smirked:
‘They’ve chosen a
new Pope’, he said.
‘Who says?’, asked
David-all-in-a-
Panic.  Robin
Pursed his expensive
Lips, replied with a
Dashing ironical smile
‘… well … that is simply
What they tell me!’

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