by Luke Otley
Pitball grin, a real charmer
Rowdy, crowding round a clown’s father
The last plastered martyr of lager.
Quite the sleeze,
Known to keep ladies knock-kneed, teased and ill-at-ease
You see, it helps him to be battered on approach
A scuttling slit-throat roach riding coach
On the late bus seeking a warm bust to tell his problems to.