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Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Flasher

After describing the most recent writing challenge to some of my colleagues (including my boss) several of them (rather disturbingly) decided that the man in the picture was a flasher so in honour of that I have written the following poem.

Every day he walked this walk
he turned up without fail
always dressed in a long mac
through sun,rain,wind and hail

His fellow walkers said hello
the runners just flew by
very soon they'd all ignore him
and only he knew why

He wasn't sure why he felt
the need to show them all
but every day like clockwork
he hid behind the wall

There were no clothes beneath that mac
which, unfastened opened wide
so he could show all that passed
just what was hid inside

Before too long, police were called
and Peter was arrested
in prison it seemed his liking
for nudity, was tested.


1 comment:

  1. Very good, not sure how Pete will take being called a flasher but loved it.

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