Sunday, September 16, 2012

Poems in the wild #25

Poem #25 (5 of clubs) was released in the Lake Daylesford Book Barn, while the hilarious owners had shouted conversations (one of them was upstairs). I've been coming to this book store since I was about 6 years old.

Muscles on string
like a leather puppet
mum always said
if youse'll only
eat like a sparra
youse'll end up
beaten up by some
bastard built like
a brick angus bull
shithouse like that.
Hard to knock down
a stray red light herd
no steer can swerve that

This poem is inspired by @ernmalleyscat's tweet: "Little nuggety bloke on the bus with semi-pro tat right down his arm 'R.I.P. SPARRA'"

There was a girl at my high school who was known as Sparra because her mum said she ate like a bird.

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