Fish and Chip Love.
The rain dripping off
my nose,
Off your hair, and off
my clothes.
"These chips are
hot "
"Yes" You
say,
"You should have
had some-
The other day."
The slogans written
above our heads,
Poets all, with brains
of lead,
I tell you how I really
feel,
St Pauls' bells begin
to peel,
Off there in the
distance,
The moon's hidden, by
mischance.
The vinegar leaks from
the paper,
I'm really too old for
this caper.
Soggy chips in a soggy
bag,
I offer you my last
fag,
The sky pours out the
rain,
Will our fish &
chip love
Ever be the same ?
It's been a funny old couple of weeks.
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