Ian Syder

Rookie (6 January 1958 / Cork, Ireland)

Exercise - Poem by Ian Syder

Some will walk and talk
Or talk and sit
Off-loading their shit

A smoke will be cadged
Questions will be asked
“Will your missus bring it in, if she can get it passed? ”

Monkey-man looks wide-eyed
Jumping up and down
Some will laugh at these antics, some will look away and some will frown

Cold, so bloody cold
“Boss, when can we go in? ”
The grin; so bold
The cigarette so thin

No match for the warmth within

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

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