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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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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