Spring And Friends Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Spring and three friends
It was a Saturday afternoon a nice spring day I had met my friends
Trond and Erik for a walk. At the outskirt of the town we realised
we had forgotten to buy beer and it was one o'clock the time when
they stopped selling it. We walked into a grocer's and asked for
two crates of pilsner beer. The shopkeeper told us it was too late
we just stood there three big men saying nothing and he gave us
the beer. We carried them to a nice spot that overlooked he road
railway station and the sail boats in the fjord.
Such a beautiful time we had, but all good things come to an end,
We had no more beer left and the cafes that sold it shut at eleven.
We put the empties back in the crates and left them outside
The grocer's shop, this so he would think nicely about us. At the first
Cafe they wouldn't let us in, we spruced ourselves up a bit and
The second one let us in. It was now quarter past ten and enough time
For a couple of pint more. Outside Erik began crying told us we were
his best friend and thus we said good night. Back home I found my little
typewriter wanted to trey writing about this lovely day and evening,
but my wife came said I showed no consideration; fell asleep in the chair.
In the morning I could not understand the first ten ines I had written,
But the two last words that ended with; fucking cow.
In the afternoon my wife and i went to the park to feed the ducks,
I knew she was going to tell me of my drunken friends, Erik the alcoholic.
Trond who could not hold down a job and me who could not even spell-
I curled the bag of crumbs into a ball threw it after a duck....missed.
Got up and left, she could find her own way home.