Poem 500
A bit of a character as the saying goes … sometimes as a poet I made a good playwright, sometimes the other way round …
Guppies Ate My Wife
Well that's a bit of an exaggeration but nothing worse than you read in these papers on a Sunday you see my wife couldn't understand my guppies couldn't understand why I wanted all my tanks of them and bowls and jars overflowing cupfuls and my paddling pool out the back (solid silver rainbow guppies you could strip off get in there and have all your tensions soothed away like one of those baths with holes in but cheaper on the power) guppies are relaxing she just never dropped to that personally I couldn’t wait to get home turn the lights off and watch those iridescent guppies breed she said it was her or them when I ripped the insides of the tv out for an aquarium she left got a flat above an all night tattoo artist I used to sneak round there leave a guppy in her bed she divorced me citing mental cruelty and produced a dried guppy in court which forensic evidence traced back to me yeah those were the days mad guppy times I liberated the lot in the finish started getting into stamps it was the end of an era but you can't afford to stand still can you?