Around the Country

As bell-ringing staff last orders pour
cat-walking workers out on all fours
socialites wear their best social whirl
and binge-drinkers down their necks as a party piece

past the clock and over the hill
to a secret hideaway for a thrill
where check-out girls dressed for the till
hand themselves in to the metropolitan police

whose confiscated toys come tumbling
over the garden fence
and hungry stomachs come rumbling
over the pounds and pence

just in time for tea
and a cosy little chat with the jury
who, looking guilty as hell, as they sit
are out to frame someone who didn’t do it.

Published by aprettykettleofpoetry

John Di Girolamo was born during the swinging middle ages as the Battle of Hastings raged outside on a cold, miserable Saturday evening just outside 'The Juggler's Arms' in Oxford, Torquay and Exeter at the same time. Born to a family, he spent most of his early years learning how to open umbrellas for a rainy day, and the runnings of horses and sword swallowers and the costs they incurred. Having graduated in 'Circus Management', he took to spinning plates for a living and persuaded his father to buy a restaurant to fund what he believed would be a lucrative career move. However, in the the days leading to The Age of Post Punk', he quit and would embark upon what was to go down in history doodles as a notebook. Few knew it then but he had already started copying poetry, and often written by other people. As the minutes passed by, and Sardinia loomed, the idea of collages and drawings suddenly hit him as a way of filling up what had become a kind of book with pages and all. One day while storming off in a huff because his mum told him to, he struck upon the idea of putting it all together over a long-playing record (later a CD) and during a commercial break in the digital age, decided a blog would end Cromwell's ill-fated republic. Sent off by recorded post, it would be by chance that his poems would get to their ultimate destination as, meanwhile, his pigeon who had queued so loyally for so long, sadly died the day before it was sacked.

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