I can honestly say
no man has ever physically got the better
of me
but there was an old guy on the Caterham train
beckoned us over
(we were in Brownie uniform)
and I thought at first he held a sparrow
in his naked hand. We called Brown Owl
and he zipped it
out of sight,
or that time hitching
when we cadged a lift
from those French blokes
and their Gitane smoke,
who didn’t try anything
but dumped us
in the middle of a Breton forest
when they didn’t fancy us
or coming home with Jen
from The Last Night of The Proms,
all patriotic in a corridorless train
and having to get out and move compartments
at East Croydon because a spotty youth
was edging ever closer and there was no one else
and again at Purley Oaks
when he decided to follow us
to the very same…
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