Thursday 11 August 2016

Pavilion Tennis Club

My blog about the years I spent as a brewery salesman explains the background to this poem, I hope you enjoy it.

Pavilion Tennis Club    


Poor old Neasden, butt of silly jokes
Spliced in two by the North Circular Road
What could ever make you famous?
It should have been your tennis club
Frequented by people just slightly below
The top social strata who neigh "helloos".

Queen's Club is for the privileged few
But the Pavilion was for anyone who
Wanted to drink all day
Enjoying cabaret, performed by a transvestite
Miming to records by his icon Shirley
Could Simon Cowell make his night?
No, it was thirty years too early.

This poor male artist was wearing a thong
So tight…that even a ball boy might
Think twice about retrieval.
He was changing in full view
Not yet a pretty sight
But my party all saw
Enough to pay a quid each at the door.

Les, the owner and 'mine host' collected the dosh
His charge for this artistic coup
And possibly a reward to
The performer who
Might blow him away,
As well as the audience
When the public performance was through

There are subtle differences between
Queen's and The Pavilion
The latter had only one tennis court
And the chances of playing on it were nought
Due to the presence of a massive tree
Whose trunk was where the net should be.

But c’mon,
Where would you have had the most fun! 



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'A Message to Father Time'




This includes 65 poems written over the last three years covering many topics and usually with my ironic sense of humour added to give food for thought.



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