POEM OF THE MONTH

Pattie and Chips and a Can of Coke
 

There's been

another stabbing.

 

This time

at the posh

end of

the street,

behind the burnt

out portakabin.

Luckily he

pulled through,

but only just.

Unlike the other

poor bugger

 

who breathed his last

into the gutter

 

outside In Cod We Trust.

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