50 yds

Lurching along, after a lunchtime session
in the Cock & Bull, we make our blurry way,
her and me and two boozed-up mates,
to our appointment at the Registry Office.
Christ, what do we think we're doing?
What do I think I'm doing?
50yds!

In my mind I grab that bike and pedal.
I pedal as fast as I can. In the opposite
direction.


Copyright Bernard Young, 2011