Call The Inspectors Poem by John McAndrew

Call The Inspectors



Call the inspectors,
There's been an explosion of love,
At apt.10, via Lungge Tevere dei Flaminio
Love is flowing out of the windows,
And down into the streets.

Men and women are getting stuck in love,
Love's sweet fragrant sauce,
Gluing them,
To the pavement,
Unable and unwilling to break free,
They gaze into each other's eyes,
And start to undress.

Call the inspectors,
The love is flowing on and on,
The roads are breaking open,
And flowers are bursting through.
The garbage bins dance round in circles,
The traffic lights flash red, red, red,
And the river Tevere sings out,
As it passes.

Call the inspectors,
The piazzas now overflow,
With passionate embraces,
Forgiveness, joy and compassion,
And the wind embraces the trees.
Is there no hope for any of us?
The whole city is glowing...
Ah, here come the inspectors,
The inspectors have arrived,
But, maddona and mamma mia,
Sweet heavens above -
The inspectors are in love!

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John McAndrew

John McAndrew

Morpeth, Northumberland, England
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