A Neighbourhood Letter. Poem by Alistair Plint

(A Circular Letter)


I believe it was Thursday, last. At approximately seven in the evening. A rather tall, unshaven chap wearing little for the imagination was strolling along the main road. Well I was flabergasted.

"Some thing needs to be done" was my thinking driving past. It was time to be pro-active! Taking matters into my own hands, I stopping at the curb when the fellow walked past shouted from the window.

"Hey you, have you no shame? You could be raped by some mad woman or even robbed and raped. What's worse is you're giving all men a bad name parading around teasing women, minding their own business. You look like a sex invitation."

Well he looked at me like I was completely insane, then retorted "How dare you judge me, mind your own business. I wear what makes me comfortable."

Men today are full of the tease and slease. For this reason I have drafted this letter as a warning. Beware of the main road. There is a male whore, asking for it. He won't listen to good reason. He must be a heathen.

Stay safe, my neighbourhood friends.


Signed



A Concerned Citizen