She was a hairy
Hunched back old
woman
Not quite like a gorilla
But had the spinal
Chord of a
chimpanzee
Her pits stunk of
dead cockroaches
splattered in human
sweat…
My mate shagged her
Man he did half regret it
I told him to calm down
After his 7th
Then I found out he was
Drinking non
Alcoholic beer
When I saw him
Later that night
Walking out of the bar
With her
I made
No attempt to stop him
Because it made no sense to me
And he wasn’t drunk
And he now regrets it
What’s going on with
my mate?
Nathan Strange
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hairy-woman/
