I bumped into a couple of friends at a football match recently

And noticed that they were holding hands

Which was odd as both were happily married with children

In the hours that followed I tried to study my own limitations

But I still found the idea of male homosexuality distasteful and corrupt

I then had a cup of coffee in the In/Out Cafe and the whole world felt better

 

I later met three French mechanics

In a small greasy yard and tried to start a conversation with them

But my French was poor and I think

That they thought I was an Englishman living in Lille

 

I was enjoying Afternoon Tea with my Sun Wife Caron

When a van driver drove into both posts

Whilst entering and leaving the yard

The brute reminded me of Caliban

But I was certainly not his Miranda

And regretted his monstrous birth

After he left I looked at the shattered wooden posts

Which were over two hundred years old

And wondered of their unblemished histories

 

Not far from the town there is a parade

Of scruffy local authority houses

Which at present are the home

Of a high window banner

Protesting at the expansion

Of a nearby airfield

Quite why these people are worried

Is open to question although I think

It is a jealousy of those who have the money

To fly light aircraft for recreational purposes

It was only when I drew closer that I noticed

That the banners had been subtly vandalised

With another message which read

Sun’s Out/Bum’s Out 

Which confused me as it was early March