I've always liked Roger McGough. I was reading some of his poems last night - and post Hannah - this little gem caught my fancy:
Bars are Down
When I was a lad
most people round our way
were barzydown.
It was a world full of piecans.
Men who were barmy, married to women
who wanted their heads examined.
When not painting the railings,
our neighbours were doolally,
away for slates.
Or so my dad reckoned.
Needed locking away
the lot of them.
Leaving certain McGoughs
and a few close friends
free to walk the empty streets
in peace. Knowing exactly
whether we were coming or going.
Self-righteous in polished shoes.
Picking our way
clearheadedly,
bewteen loose screws.
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