Tuesday, 1 December 2009

RE: The Letter Killeth

Birches and Britches

You went out for some fresh air
by the bins with the smokers,
but neglected to sweep

that leaf-seed thing off your leg,
allowing Mother Nature

to procreate with your trousers,
creating, in time, a hideous trouser-tree,
sprouting trousers

in various sizes, styles and fabrics

– corduroy, Teflon, gingham –

with labels already attached
which you then sold to worried,
trouserless men in pubs
for a fiver each.

Poem by Mr Chris Lindores