I'd just done a couple of poems
Open Mic at 'Platform One'
Which in no way makes me famous
When all is said and done.
Walking back through Covent Garden
A bloke I didn't expect to meet
There was that famous Freddie Starr
Walking down the street.
Didn't go for the cliche
Didn't expect hime to make me laugh
I was only being my usual self
Never doing things by half.
As he came toward me
I went to shake his hand
Then those words came out
The ones I hadn't planned.
Looking him in the eye I said:
"Fuck Me! I thought you were dead!"
I think he expected a polite autograph request
But what do expect
When I'm Council Estate bred?
Dulwich Poet 13th September 2014
(Walking through the West End, gonig back to Charing Cross station, I did indeed see Freddie Starr in the street.)
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