Chunky and The Human Dustbin

A room full of posters
That old black and white TV
Beach towels, ping pong
That cassette player you tarted up for me
Rock pools, sunburn
That time we nearly drowned at sea
Sugar Puff stickers on your light switch
And early midnight feasts for me
Those badges we had
Soda Stream and Tufty
Me flying over the handlebars
On the fat-tyred, burnt-orange Budgie
That crack when the hairbrush hit the windscreen
Of Mum’s battered old black Mini
Our lovely human-cat now buried
Where the climbing frame used to be
Shitty pubs on New Year’s Eve
And our fear on the roof, by the chimney
Your drunken, outraged outburst
Pointing, demanding an apology
Not only for yourself, your house
But also one for me
Drinking wine up the allotment
All ills cured by a sausage sarnie
A thousand-and-one film quotes
And constantly abusing the TV
All these tiny silly things
Which don’t mean anything to anybody

But this is us
This is you
This is me.