The man

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.