Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Sainsbury's Security Guard

He stood pumpkin like
A goatee beard
Absurdly perched
On his tiny head
His arms flapped
His stomach bulged
His face perspired
And as I picked up
A bottle of wine
I thought
-“He’d never catch me”.

1 comment:

  1. And if he did, you could always use said bottle as a weapon.

    Very funny poem; like it a lot.