Collage: Wolf Boy And The Number 12 Bus

As Wolf boy sat
Alone in the Bus shelter
Waiting for the number 12 Bus
To take him to
Remington Place
His mind started to drift
And reminisce
About his long lost love
Margaret Sykes
And all of the special things
That Wolf boy
Adored about her
The way she tied her hair back
With pieces of old string
How she looked
In a polka dot bikini
Made from old curtains
Her brilliant use
Of foul language
In the cinema
And the way
She used to delicately
Suck
Cheap lollipops
Whilst watching "Casualty"
On her Portable
Colour T.V set
Which was balanced precariously
On the edge
Of a worm ridden
Wooden table
Standing lonely
In her tiny
Living room
And as the memories
Started to reside
Slowly into the Back
Of his mind
Wolf boy suddenly looked up
Quite startled
And
In a blind panic
Dashed out of the Bus shelter
Howling at the top of his voice
As the last
Number 12 Bus
Of the evening
Drove on by


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Collage by Heston Quiff

Written by Tommy Dandruff