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David Bremner
Poems
Aug 2015
The Ice Cream Seller
It is the ordinary
For me
That so often
Fills the memory
This is how I tell it ……
She didn’t give a ****
The ice cream seller
19 years – quite pretty
Sunday, New Brighton Parade
: )
Hey!
Wot U @
**** all
Through the hatch I saw her
Mobile in hand
Sitting on a *** that would
Get bigger – and better – with time
U?
At work
Its crap
Lol
She barely bothered
To look up from the phone
Casual disregard, I found appealing
To my ****** side
U out last nite?
Yeah ******* smashed
Went home with that guy
U know the one
Two strawberry cones please
And a vanilla
Don’t do strawberry
Just vanilla
***** mare !!
PMSL
I need to stop
He’s using U
Is there anywhere else?
Yeah, try up Vale Park
Just up there, round the corner
It’s cheaper too
U still there?
Yeah, sorry, a customer
Can’t be arsed today
Haha, don’t blame U
I left her there
Back on her ***
Leaning over the phone
Hoping for no customers
****
He just txt
Wot do I do?
Tell him to *******
We found Vale Park
Saved three quid
As with jealousy she cursed
Her mate and the ice cream.
Written by
David Bremner
Scotland
(Scotland)
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