POETRY: TOUCHING CLOTH BY PAUL TRISTRAM

“I know what it must look like

but I am not a prowler,

burglar or other such villain.

I was coming home

from playing whist

and happened to get caught short

and my little flat

is still a good 10 minutes away.

I saw the outside light on

and the side door was open,

I was wandering these corridors

looking for a toilet, is all.

But, it’s too late now,

I may as well have carried on home

when I felt it brewing in importance

in the first sodding place.

At least I wouldn’t have so far

to walk to clean myself up.

Thank you for not hitting me

with that metal flashlight.

I swear, If I hadn’t have been

‘Touching Cloth’

I never would have ventured in here!”

Written by Paul Tristram

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