Tick, tock

A small excerpt from a piece of work entitled ‘Tick,tock’

Tick, tock…tick, tock…tick, tock….tick………
He sez I dint know fish had fingers
as she pulled ’em from the pan to the plate,
Racked with regret in this cold kitchenette
he’s thinking darts with a mate at half eight,
Tock…tick, tock…tick, tock……….
She once would have wooed in a chiffon nighty
on a bedspread laid in pure silk,
Now she longs for a chance for an all night long dance
whilst coppering up for the milk,
Tock…tick, tock…tick, tock……….
The landlord calls last orders
and the last turn stands and sings,
She sez everytime a bell rings
an angel get it’s wings,
With a gulp o’ stout her wings are out
she’s flying down to that dancefloor,
She’s a new frock and she’s ready to rock
Tick, tock…tick, tock…tick, tock………………tick.

© words escape 2013

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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