My father
and I
went in
the canteen
on the building site
having completed
one row
of windows
we had our sandwiches
he went to buy
two mugs
of strong tea
I sat and thought
of Marion who
I’d been with
the night before
blonde
lively
a singer
with this band
who bubbled
and danced
and I said
you have
a great figure
O do I?
she said
when a young man
tells me that
I wonder
what his intentions are
she added
and usually
they involve
getting me
in the sack
and doing things
my Daddy
would not have
approved of
no no
I was just saying
I said
going red
I was just looking
as a kind of
artistic viewpoint
like you were
a model for Renoir
or someone
didn't that guy
paint **** women?
she said
sure
some of the time
I said
well then
what kind of model
would I be?
she said
the type
that shows off
her ****
no no
I said
going redder
the decent kind
no other kind
what have entered
my mind
she sang
a few bars of
Don't Sit Under
The Apple Tree
and sat
on my knee
and my pecker
stirred wastefully
and she talked
of her next gig
and did this
kind of ****
shaking jig
and my father
brought the two mugs
of tea and sat down
at the table with me
and thoughts of
Marion
and my pecker
went away
until I saw her
later that day.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
My father
and I
went in
the canteen
on the building site
having completed
one row
of windows
we had our sandwiches
he went to buy
two mugs
of strong tea
I sat and thought
of Marion who
I’d been with
the night before
blonde
lively
a singer
with this band
who bubbled
and danced
and I said
you have
a great figure
O do I?
she said
when a young man
tells me that
I wonder
what his intentions are
she added
and usually
they involve
getting me
in the sack
and doing things
my Daddy
would not have
approved of
no no
I was just saying
I said
going red
I was just looking
as a kind of
artistic viewpoint
like you were
a model for Renoir
or someone
didn't that guy
paint **** women?
she said
sure
some of the time
I said
well then
what kind of model
would I be?
she said
the type
that shows off
her ****
no no
I said
going redder
the decent kind
no other kind
what have entered
my mind
she sang
a few bars of
Don't Sit Under
The Apple Tree
and sat
on my knee
and my pecker
stirred wastefully
and she talked
of her next gig
and did this
kind of ****
shaking jig
and my father
brought the two mugs
of tea and sat down
at the table with me
and thoughts of
Marion
and my pecker
went away
until I saw her
later that day.
A YOUNG MAN AND HIS LADY FRIEND IN 1965.
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