tim woodhouse

Rookie - 20 Points (04 07 1964 / preston, england)

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!
Cheers, Tim

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  • David ThreadgoldDavid Threadgold (10/20/2008 6:14:00 AM)

    I'm feeling a bit tipsey just reading this oneTim. Very funny thing those demons that make your legs wobble so much. Well worth a 10/10 for the picture you've projected. thanks for the read. Regards Dave T (Report)Reply

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  • Ashraful MusaddeqAshraful Musaddeq (10/17/2008 8:25:00 PM)

    A nice composition.
    Love it.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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