The tiger <br />(it was my tiger) <br /> <br />sat beside me <br />on the bus <br /> <br />& despite the quque <br />we had got on first. <br /> <br />We had gone <br />ice skating <br /> <br />& the tiger proved to be <br />quite adept. <br /> <br />I...I...fell on my bum <br /> <br />to be laughed at by some <br /> <br />he growled and they <br />shut de ****up! <br /> <br />We went and saw <br />the latest Pedro Almodóvar <br /> <br />and the tiger <br />laughed & wept <br /> <br />we sat through it <br />...twice. <br /> <br />The tiger thought <br />Penelope Cruz was nice. <br /> <br />I liked my popcorn sweet... <br />...the liked his salty. <br /> <br />Later we chatted <br />between urinals <br /> <br />as the tiger <br />went & went. <br /> <br />I washed my hands...he washed his paws. <br /> <br />The tiger <br />using the hairdryer <br /> <br />like Madonna <br />in DESPERATELY SEEKING SUSAN. <br /> <br />He said he fancied <br />'A little Japanese! ' <br /> <br />'Me too! ' I agreed. <br /> <br />He went home <br />on the next night bus <br /> <br />from Tottenham Court Road. <br /> <br />It was only then <br />I wondered <br /> <br />if all adults <br /> <br />had such <br /> <br />imaginary friends.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-brothers-2/
