In The Tent 1970 Poem by Terry Collett

Bill and I
visited
this old mosque

in Tangiers
Miriam
couldn't come

she was out
shopping with
other dames

what's she like?
Bill asked me
what's who like?

Miriam
she's ok
quite a laugh

I told him
what's she like
in the sack?

he asked me
she's like wine
gets better

each time we
have a go
so I thought

he replied
jealously
we left the

old mosque to
have mint tea
in some small

cafe place
he told me
he tried his

luck on the
plump French girl
but couldn't

understand
her English
well enough

to go far
Miriam
found us there

and showed us
what she'd bought
(haggled for)

and sat down
next to me
Bill went off

in search of
the French girl
just after Miriam

had said she
had seen her
not far off

I watched her
(Miriam)
as she spoke

taking in
the outline
of her bra

through her top
and her eyes
lit up with

excitement
and I wished
we were back

in the tent.