In her cups <br />the night before <br /> <br />now <br />hung <br />oooooh...ver <br /> <br />taking herself to <br />her local greasy spoon <br /> <br />on this oh too bright <br />aching morning. <br /> <br />Orders the lot <br />in order to mop it all up <br /> <br />gives it <br />an added tweak <br /> <br />with an extra helping <br />of Bubble & Squeak. <br /> <br />She can hardly(speak) <br />even to her(self) <br /> <br />becoming slowly <br />aware of all <br /> <br />the hard <br />stares <br /> <br />from beefy blokey <br />builders <br /> <br />all hairy forearms <br />& arse cleavage <br /> <br />looks down to where <br />the stares are <br />directed <br /> <br />to find one <br />too many a blouse <br />button undone <br /> <br />offering these sons <br />of Albion <br /> <br />(oops on the cusps) <br /> <br />the full English Breakfast <br /> <br />eggssausagechips <br />beans & bacon <br /> <br />& an extra helping <br /> <br />of two magnificent <br />mammary glands. <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />And the whole shebang abbreviated to the brevity of a haiku...! <br /> <br />IN & OUT OF HER CUPS <br /> <br />Yup! In her cups...oops! <br />On the cusp of falling out <br />... her mammary glands.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-english-breakfast/
