The phone rang,
And David was
Shaken abruptly
From his reverie.
‘Hello’ he began.
It was Wayne
on
The end of the line.
David sat up straight,
Adjusted his tie,
Reached for his pen,
Commenced scribbling while
What David was to
Have for breakfast, and
Where he, Wayne, would
Like to start in the
Evening game.
In the background
Phil was playing
With a new
With a new
Set of colouring pens,
And Steve, catatonic as
Ever, Stared blankly at a
Picture of a page three
Girl in leathers.
Ryan walked through
The open door,
Snatched the Daily Sport
From Steve’s hands.
‘My turn!’, he said,
Imagining his millionaire
Fingers on her
Mammary glands.
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