Expressed MilkA Poem by Ed TookerComic poem about part of my everyday life, originally on AP and unusually for me not written for a contest....just trying to see how this works
Speeding along on a three am run to Tesco Express,
only wearing jogging bottoms, crocs and a vest, radio two's whispering Bob Harris seems over loud, travelling empty streets devoid of the usual crowd. Security guard slowly lowers his cuddly comic book, scans this scruffy Herbert with an appraising look, his thoughts obvious, he's far too fat to be on drugs, lack of facial tattoo's separate him from the local thugs. So this wrecked, hen pecked, once mother's pride searches for bread and cheese, all bloodshot night workers eyes and threadbare knees, looking such a tit in his sad search for Welsh rarebit, which only with Lea and Perrins brings true culinary merit. Saucy checkout girl smiles, goodies into carrier bag piles, the milk of human kindness pours down the aisles, both members of staff quite rightly do a double-think, someone better clear that up before it begins to stink. © 2011 Ed TookerReviews
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8 Reviews Added on June 7, 2011 Last Updated on June 7, 2011 AuthorEd TookerKenilworth, Warwickshire, United KingdomAboutI am 42 year old English guy with a passion for poetry, I also enjoy writing stories for children more..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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