At guessing people's age
I am no good
I either insult
Or leave em feeling extra smug.

Don't look now
But Sutherland's
Chewing
Christie's kebab.

There's a scaffold
Outside my flat window
They fixing the roof
At least I hope
That's what it's for.

Under a diseased elm
Found a shady place to lay
Not much of a breeze
Watched the doggies
Tumble and play
A platoon of crows
Tighten a circle round me slow
The edges of my vision dim
It might be time to go

One fine day
In the middle of the night
Two dead men
Got up to fight
Back to back
They faced each other
Pulled their swords
And shot each other.