Thursday 26 November 2009

#20 - Fuckingham Palace

'I loved the Queen Mum,' Greg says
with a conspiratorial air

I don't quite comprehend.
'Right,' I sympathise. 'I suppose
she was a human being, just like you,

or Martin there.' I point to Martin,
playing the Cluedo pub trivia machine.
Good old Martin.

'No.' Greg is suddenly vexed.
'You don't understand.
I loved the Queen Mum.'

He rises and pumps his elbows.
'But I'll never sell my story,' he says,
sitting back down.

Martin gets the last answer right
and the machine ejects twenty gold likenesses
of her majesty.

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