tim woodhouse

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

Drunkards - Poem by tim woodhouse

Sipping my lunchtime coffee over the newspapers, the drunkards entered,
Swore and talked of drink-fuelled fights with wives resented,
Football matches, lost jobs, financial disarray....
I remained aloof, but hope to be like them one day.

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It seems quite an attractive existence; perhaps after I've retired....

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 14, 2013

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