The Blistering Sun

We’ve saved all year and the time is here
for a fortnights sun abroad
It won’t be long before we’re on that plane
and when it lands we’ll all applaud
They’ll bus us down to the local town
where the shops and bars are bigger
Where the olive skin trim from the gym
puts shame to my flacid figure
The tanned up skin and whiter teeth
adorn the shimmering sands
I look like I’ve bathed in a bucket o’ bleach
and just my teeth are tanned
And the bellies hang with the belly gang
over shorts that show short legs
We fall in love with the two for one
the sun and cheap cigarettes
And the English girl wants English beer
she wants Budweiser Becks and Stella
After egg & chips she grips her hips
to Flamenco for her fella
The observations form conversations
of who might be on them yachts
From the whites the blacks the thins the fats
the haves and the have nots
With studious looks we sift the books
at Carousel Karaoke Bar
Where every Mam and every Gran
thinks their horrible kid’s a star
Tracy’s up for the umpteenth time
she’s murdering Adele
By 1am when the morning comes
she’ll be gone like a bat out of hell
The northern folk crack smiles and jokes
with a sense of finesse and flair
Then the sound of the south wiv a massive mouth
pollutes what was a calm sea air
Sheila helps Joan try and work her phone
the stray cats get shooed away
As I burn my knees I catch a breeze
and try and make it last all day
To enjoy the heat with scolded feet
you’d have to be a Lizard
Drive me up the 62
drop me off in a pennine blizzard
We’ve saved all year the time is here
so I’ll plaster on fake smile
Where the water gun and the blistering sun
are fun…..for a while


© words escape me 2013

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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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