In A Bar In Brakpan Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Koos A. Kombuis)

In a bar in Brakpan
there are men with bulging muscles
who look at every man that does arrive
as if something terrible can happen to him

and some breakers that at times
do fight and hit each other
are having some drinks at the bar
and there are three that stand near to me

when a cheeky girl
with a retroussé nose that she wrinkles
walks in with a water-line mini skirt
and I do realise that she is smiling at me

and she looks like an angel
with black wings,
have got high heels and stockings
and I am caught in the glance of her eyes.

She is perfectly built
with a French plait the swishes over her buttocks
does play like a tail beyond her
and I am really interested in her

and strangely odd every man there is looking at me,
every glance watches my face
as if on purpose they are avoiding the doll
and I wonder if someone else is here to meet her
or if she is unattached and I smile back at her.

She comes to sit next to me and looks picture perfect
and I look at her more closely
do order a Cape Velvet Cream liqueur for her
and another Hunters cider for me
and suddenly the glances do recede from me

"Oh my, he is straight, " one of the breakers do complain
walks to the snooker table where others do accompany him
and the girl lets my blood boil with eyes full of promises
were she is smoking a cigarette
and is playing with her foot with me.

[Reference: "Lucille" by Koos A. Kombuis ]