I met a man who told me that his name was George Lewis 

In the Cafe Lea charity shop this afternoon 

I was looking for a set of forks with ivory handles 

This man smelt vaguely of the farm which surprised me 

As one does not find many farms in area of Kings X 

He asked me if I was a poet a question which I found direct 

I said that yes I did write poetry but whether I was a poet or not was open to opinion 

He handed me a slip of paper which too smelt of the farm 

It contained a poem written in Welsh which was an advantage as I spoke a little Welsh 

It was called Trespass (Tremasu )

Translated it read 

What is worse than a          in my town 

With a chip on his shoulder 

Why do you say that George ?

Because I like fish and chips 

And if one is stationed on a          shoulder 

Then there is one less for me 

George asked me if i liked the poem (I did)

And told me that he was visiting London 

Just to find me in the Cafe Lea 

He further informed me 

That he had been born in a small village 

Next to the sea in a remote part of Anglesey