Sunday, 7 March 2010

T S Eliot Called His Cat Noilly Prat

You ordered me a G and T
After my blurted compliment

The chancer took over
And followed ya to
The stalls and floor

You lost your friends
And coat
That I found under mine
On a bench

We saw them
As we left
Huddled by a shelter

And there was no bus
To Brixton but they left
To go east and we stayed
By the timetable

And let the clouds pass over
The wet moon.

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