A slow night speed dating in the last chance saloon.
Thepoem is set in the upstairs room of a busy pub. Sounds general pub hubbub.
These are brutally interrupted by an over amplified voice
crackling over the PA system
ORGANISER: Time to move on. This is your last five minute
date. Please remember to hand in your forms before you leave. Everybody in
position? Right start dating.
Music from another room can be heard in the background. It
is Tom Waits singing ‘I hope I don’t fall in love with you.’
MAN: Fat Eskimo
WOMAN: What?
MAN: Obese Inuit
WOMAN: You need a better opening line.
MAN: Sorry, it was meant to be an icebreaker.
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