POEM: O' THE NIGHT OF THE FRIGHT! October/November 1997
The night you arrived I awoke in the middle of the night with a bump,
You told that you had flown in from Italy and you had the hump,
My new flatmate stood standing in the doorway of the flat,
I could feel my shivering beating frightened heart,
It was such a shock to see you standing there,
You eyes awide to what was to meet you there,
It seemed that your clothes had gone walkies from you destination,
I can safely say there was never any procrastination,
We gave you a pillow to rest your weary head,
And a duvet for your empty bed,
You wandered around in the same clothes for days,
It was stange how the bag went astray it was such a haze,
You dressed in black leather and looking like Jesus sent from above,
Like you had been sent to help me like a white dove,
Was fun those days looking in the past,
Somehow everything has gone so quick and oh so fast,
But with great speed and jest we got through,
And now we have all gone on to pastures new.
TO RETURN
