A man on the 19.34 to Birmingham New Street, having misread the signals,
uses his mobile to try to arrange another date with the woman who has
hastily waved him off at Liverpool Lime Street
Whah?
Say again.
I bet yum freezing
ya baps off ay ya,
bab? Say again.
Say again. Whah?
I could come back
like, warm you up.
Whah? Say again.
Say again. Whah?
Errrrr……Runcorn.
Say again? Whah?
Thursday. Thurs…
Say again. I know,
yeah. Say…………
Ok…………..Tarrah.
Tarrahtarrahtarrah.
Ah, Emma, priceless as usual. There’s only one word for your prestigious poems: Bostin’ !
Thank you, Marilyn. Xx