Demons - Poem by tim woodhouse
Staggering out of the country pub,
Filled with beer and cigar smoke,
I walked up the scree slope to the National Park,
Tumbled down the hill to the town,
Grazed my hands and knees
And sweated profusely as my head span and drink sloshed inside me -
I like to exercise my demons.
This one's about drinking too much in Macclesfield.
The National Park is called Tegg's Nose and can be reached from the Leather's Smithy pub by foot if you fancy the steep climb.
It's the kind of thing you do when 'tipsy', only to regret it halfway up!
I'm sure you've noticed 'exercise' instead of 'exorcise' - honestly, I'm a laugh a minute, me!
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