Tuesday, December 04, 2007


#2 in this month’s Series of Unlicensed Odes (with apologies to Yorkshire, and a nod to Ian McMillan):

There’s a woman that smoked by the school gate
She shuffled and shifted and looked the other way
Her hair red and spiky and cheap
Her clothes practical and denim and, cheap

This woman at the school gate I thought she were a cleaner
I’d seen her go into the school as the kids buzzed home
She kept her head down, not acknowledging anyone
Made her stand out, that did

I was wrong about the woman at the school gate
Turns out she worked at the Travel Inn by the dual carriageway
Turns out she’d been having an affair with the head-teacher
Whose wife found out and chucked him out

So he’s staying at the Travel Inn now
Convenient that
In a way.

© 2007 Shane Wexford

The right of Shane Wexford to be identified as author of this work of fiction has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.


OldHorsetailSnake said...

It HAS to be fiction. Stuff like that never happens in real life.

PI said...

I didn't know you were a poet:)

Zinnia Cyclamen said...

Pat, I still don't... har har har har har!!! *runs away sniggering*

Shane said...

O - You are right. In reality, the woman by the gate would have waited in her car until the crowds had cleared.
P - As I once mentioned to a radio show interviewer, 'I'm not a poet'. Her jaw dropped - it wasn't what she wanted to hear from the winner of a Highly Regarded poetry competition.
Z - Oh... oh, that's very mature, that is. There I was, just quietly getting on with the task of stalking Lord Melvyn of Bragg, and I am distracted by... sniggering. My art is to subvert and to challenge. With this month's posts, I will challenge... When is a poem not a poem?... That's right - when it's shit.