In her cups
the night before
now
hung
oooooh...ver
taking herself to
her local greasy spoon
on this oh too bright
aching morning.
Orders the lot
in order to mop it all up
gives it
an added tweak
with an extra helping
of Bubble & Squeak.
She can hardly(speak)
even to her(self)
becoming slowly
aware of all
the hard
stares
from beefy blokey
builders
all hairy forearms
& arse cleavage
looks down to where
the stares are
directed
to find one
too many a blouse
button undone
offering these sons
of Albion
(oops on the cusps)
the full English Breakfast
eggssausagechips
beans & bacon
& an extra helping
of two magnificent
mammary glands.
*******
And the whole shebang abbreviated to the brevity of a haiku...!
IN & OUT OF HER CUPS
Yup! In her cups...oops!
On the cusp of falling out
... her mammary glands.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-english-breakfast/
