The folowing story is true now read on

When I were in town the other day
Minding me own business as I usealy am
I decided to roll a cigarette, take my ease
While sat on a bench
When this - HUGE Bloke, came up to me
Planted him self in front of me
Claimed I'd nick his tobacco pouch, it was of course
Bollox!

He stood on the end of my walking stick

So I could not give him a wack - crack his nuts!
He demanded I showed him my pouch there & then!
I refused to do so!
The situation were becoming more & more somewhat
Troublesome, I were becoming rather frit, as the situation developed!
On & on he went!

He were, sadly a street alckey, yet well-spoken, he kind of reminded me
Of characters, men, that Orwell wrote of in ' Down & Out In London & Paris '
Funny our that came into my mind, as my life were flashing before me!
As I said he were HUGE, like a giant, standing over me, a colossus of a man!
He went through his pockets, and fished out his backer pouch!
Then offered his apologies, and asked me if I would accept, - 'NO WAY - would I!'
I made my way from that situation, sharpish!
He were one ill-willie, & no mistake!

Ken D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet