
the fact that he was six foot
with a belly and one of those
I'm better than you vehicles
didn't bother her, although the belly
did come to the forefront of her mind
calling her son a bunny head was
insulting and made her wonder if maybe
he was a bit short in the vocab stakes but
what really squeezed her bullets, upset
her goat, flavoured her curry was
the oval of shoppers 'n trolley
boys from pak'n save all assembled
for the entertainment. No she said
it wasn't the crash that distressed her
as much as those witnesses.
bellies bulging above boxers with
jeans slung lower still, northern
brevity soon covered by southern
comfort scarves, hats and coats
night music absorbed by boy racers
10.pm restricted licenses curfewing
them from this scene, they'll remain
understudies for another year