Anyway, enough of the men, and I’m just putting these poems on because they did the rounds another lifetime ago. I’m only sharing the ones that stick with me, mind. Here’s one about biscuits, a safer subject than men.
We sat like dumplings mulling over
Lack fun lives and soap opera,
Watching coffee levels drop
Wanting fags from the Union shop
And you called life a biscuit tin
That you get out what you put in.
Maybe tasty round and sweet –
We’re philosophical when we meet –
To dunk in cocoa or to crunch
A neat quick snack to spoil your lunch
Satisfying in excess
We resolved to eat them less.