Running late
But bang on time
Stop yer panic
All is fine.
Megabus- mega queue!
Now all checked in
But what a zoo.
People impatient
A push and a shove
Where's your manners
No 'Excuse me, Guv!'
But never mind
I'm sat on my seat
Here begins...
My Birthday treat!
Now forty nine
I'm getting old
Just another day
If the truth be told.
It's just a reminder
My life's been shit
This is an excuse
To get out of my pit.
And as birthdays go
I'm not feeling sad
Football wise
It's not been bad.
That's understated
By a proverbial mile
A lovely inner glow
With a constant smile.
Winning two one at Canvey
To go top of the table
Maybe that Championship dream
Isn't that unattainable.
And for those 'football bonuses'
Millwall won at Sheffield United
With those Thugs & Muggers losing
T*****g always blighted!
Fuck all cards and presents
Which suits me fine
I'm just happy for Dulwich top of the table
On the day I turned forty nine.
Dulwich Poet 24th October 2015
(Every year, since I've been sober, I've gone away on my 'real' birthday, following my first 'sober' birthday. This year was unusual, because I travelled on the evening of my birthday, so had to suffer people wishing me 'happy birthday', but I took great delight in the Hamlet winning & going top, for a perfect present!I wrote this on the Megabus all-night coach trip to Amsterdam that night.)
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