The Great Britain

went to see the Big Bonging Baby play

at the GB years ago

had a pretty good time really

the Bongers give good show

i went there with my little sister

and the brother in law

they were virgins to the pub band scene

they didn't know the score

turned out to be a rocking good night

upon leaving my spirits were high

i shall slowly divulge what unfolded

and not one word of this is a lie

we raucously crossed over Church Street

our piss buzz fighting the cold

it made us happy filled with cheer

so very brave and bold

someone had left an empty long neck

in the middle of the path

it sang to me to my foot

not a thought was given to the aftermath

i kicked that necker hard

and for some reason it didn't break

yet it sailed through the air

like a slow motion fake

it flew thirty odd metres

from the tip of my boot

until the plate glass window of a pizza shop

stopped its airborne route

the sound of breaking glass

it still rings in my ears

the window the bottle

the owner, the jeers

"Did you see anything?" he asked

looking and hinting our way

"Nah" we replied "we only just got here...

..never been here before today"

He looked tired he looked confused

amid the glass that lay everywhere

i looked everywhere but at him

i tried to pretend i didn't care

it might have been those dirty street kids

i offered as a very thin excuse

he "why why why'd" his hands in the air

my excuse was as thin as my ruse

we left his glassy drama

and caught the very next train

we laughed and said "poor cunt" a bit

but we couldn't feel his pain