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”.
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  1. Fergus7 May 2011 at 06:49

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

    Very funny poem; like it a lot.

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