Plum's In Victoria Park. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Plum's In Victoria Park.



Plum's In Victoria Park. 22nd February 2013.

On their way back from the pub
They decide they'll found a boating club
In Victoria park, there sit the boats
These drunken fathers stare and gloat.
The drink takes them back to childhood times
To peaceful, happier, warmer climes.
It's then they say, we'll have a race
And a smile beams from each wee face
Pick yer boat, we're safe, it's dark
And Plum sees his "The Cutty Sark"!
Their jackets off and sleeves rolled up
They're racing for The Whiteinch Cup
No rules or laws, no single file
Our Men O' War race dodgem style
Captain Pugwash pushes to the fore
Paddling by hand he's got no oars
If he win he'll have, the cup to keep
As he races past the swans that sleep
But the boys in blue have a cab that waits
To ferry home these sorry states
"Come in big Plum, yer time is up,
There never was a bloody Cup"
And so they took him back to mum
That's my dad, his nickname? Plum!
Paul Colvin.

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