National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Saturday, 12 August 2023

the AA man.

 Annie Mills has suggested. The highway man, by Aldred Noyes... Mutter mutter


The weather was quite overcast, the clouds were lined with rain
I'd just then put my washing out, Oh my! its such a pain
And once again i ventured out to gather all my smalls
And saw an AA van parking. Parking? Parking!
And saw this van is parking by my little garden wall
 
Hello, i did then utter, but no driver could be seen
I bet my blooming neighbours, said to park upon my green
but suddenly i noticed him, and then he soon saw me
He seemed to be quite flustered. Flustered- in understatement 
He seemed to be quite flustered, as he went to walk to me

His jacket was fluorescent, pulled over ears and nose
With undercoat of nylon, with a hint of cheap viscose 
I asked, are you lost, I've no car at home!
He answered, whoops, ahem, whoops
He answered, 'Ive locked my keys inside, can i use your phone







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