Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Bars are Down

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


bewteen loose screws.

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