POETRY: IT’LL ALL ENDIN TEARS BY PAUL TRISTRAM

She sat on the yellowing white plastic picnic chair

to the left of the front door of her little bungalow.

Squinting down the pleasant, gentle slope of lawn

to the road and pavement full of ‘Idiots with nothing

better to do with themselves’ and shook her wrinkled

fist at a double-decker bus full of scratchy school kids

going past and muttered aloud “Scruffy Little Herbert’s!”

Then slipped into a bread and butter pudding reverie

for ten minutes or so before shrugging herself out of it

by coughing and farting at exactly the same time.

“78 this November…not a sodding penny they’ll get!”

A teenage couple had the misfortune to stroll by,

hand in hand, smiling, blushing, happy as Springtime

and madly in love, it was a beautiful thing to behold

She threw half a cup of cold tea, hard, upon the grass

towards them and cursed loudly in a shrieking voice

“He’ll break your heart love, cheat on you, his eyes

are full of it, he looks like his father, a bastard also!

She’ll give you a dose of the pox boy, there’s a slut

at work behind that false smile, it’ll all end in tears,

mark my words, you dirty, filthy pair of Bastards!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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