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I am trying to find a specific poem but can't remember the name or the name of the man who wrote it. It won a competition earlier this year and is about a man who was wandering around a mall at night after having an argument with his wife.
Can anyone here remember it?
Eric Berlin, Night Errand?
Dunno, but here's an off the cuff, perchypanther original.......
When i said "Shut up!" I never meant 'er
Now in stuck inside the Metro Centre.
Maybe i'll forget my worries
As I stare in to a branch of Currys
I'll sleep here on this metal bench
and curse the day I met that wench.
I'll search the bins outside Tie Rack
for food, if she won't take me back
I'll beg for change outside Starbucks.
She probably won't give two f.....
That's the one. Thanks. Extra points for the quick response.
Alone in the mall, trapped and afraid
Why couldn't I stop - should never have said
Yes, without thinking the consequences
through - "so my arse DOES look big in this?"
There once was a man in the Arndale
palms clammy, brow furrowed, face pale
He knew that his spouse
was risking the house
'Cos Kendals are having a shoe sale
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody! (class laughs) The laddie reckons himself a poet!
"Money, get back, I'm all right, Jack, Keep your hands off my stack, New car Caviar Four-star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team."
Absolute rubbish, laddie. Get on with your work.
I met her at the Bullring
I said "Let's have a fling"
I took her up the Trafford Centre
..then said "I never meant to"
"That was my last virginity"
She sobbed when at Trinity
So when we were at Meadowhall
Though it best to say f all
We continued to Cribbs Causeway
"I love you" I heard her say
By the time we got to Lakeside
I'd asked her to be my bride
And now we're at Bluewater
With our new baby daughter
F.
How did that happen?
Gents.... Brilliant
LOL
From what I can see, there's a bunch of people here who have greater skills than the current Poet Laureate!
I have zero abilities in that regards, sadly.
Passion turns to poison, quick as lager turns to piss.