Global/Napowrimo 2024
The April challenge of thirty poems in thirty days.
All my entries will be posted on my
Sweet Talking Guy bloggage at sewina.blogspot.com
Here's today's post:
NEVER MIND
Pews discarded like an ancient church hall
more Pastors than an Italian menu
They sing the hymns and bang the tins
like Oscar Wilde in Reading Gaol
Sadly there's no room left for Easter
It's religious to celebrate they say
sacrilegious as church on Sunday
scoffing they disregard Christmas too
Never mind the weather the beer is cool
Where do you come from? England I tell them
They pour Red Horse litre after litre
until it comes out of my ears
01042024
