Richard George

Rookie (June 1,1965 / Cheltenham, U.K.)

Drinking At The Mitre - Poem by Richard George

Misery was meek
thirteen on a lead round Cambridge,
Prodigy City he
would never frolic in, summer-gold;

sad old man
with a pint of acid cider
half empty, stealing snake-eyes
at the girls who will run the world.

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  • (3/21/2011 3:42:00 PM)

    Interesting. I've had a drink in the Mitre, Cambridge a number of times. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 1, 2005

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