WALWORTH POEM

CAFF POEM

Three middle class opposite me

I can't understand a word they say

Sounds like: Sizzling Sausages

Bubbling Bath Water

Series of Dog Farts

Chats of One Hundred Mobile Phones In A Submarine, Dying

Lost Radio SIgnals, Coming In, Coming Out, At You

Staccato Clippings of 'Ye', 'Ah', 'Orr', 'Ke', 'Sss'

Sharp Pronouncements

Melody of Bird Song before the bird plague

High Pitches, Squeaking

Ping Pong Table Tennis

Harumph Yes Travel Plans

Chitter Twitter Shit...

Mugs

Smugs

Gums

'I'm Going To A Party'

My omelette and chips ain't so great

nor the tea

I was reading but this sub-audial bombing

means I can't continue

'Eggs Benedict for Breakfast'

Enunciations

Burble

Clippety of Words, Hubble Bubble Trouble (No Toil)

'So, Actually'

'Vodaphone' (high slipped belches)

'Vodaphone' (statement (rapid))

'Vodaphone' (Colonel Mustard is dead in the kitchen with the rope)

'Vodaphone'  (Posh but guttural slips)

Fidgeting, Faffin, Puffin Non-banter

Banterless

I hope they don't stay for the free ice cream, if you spend more than three pounds 

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