I had a dream we were the perfect couple,
we spent the afternoon with coffees on the settee.
She told me her dad was filming a new episode of Shooting Stars
did I want to go
but I had to work.
She walked me there sometimes if she was free
she'd wait for me at 5 when I finished
and we'd go home together to watch TV.
'How's Lily?' people in the office would ask.
One Sunday Lily was cooking
she had invited my parents over
and maybe it was the smoke in the kitchen
or that she looked different in her apron
and with her hair tied back
but when we were tucking into the chicken
and my dad was pouring wine
I looked and realised it wasn't Lily Allen anymore
just someone who knew how I liked my potatoes
who got on with my mum and dad
who was as excited as me
everytime we got the back seat of the bus,
fall asleep on my shoulder.
Comments
seashore | February 11, 2011 - 08:43
Really like this.
RachelPatricia | February 11, 2011 - 11:21
Me too. I had a dream I was close friends with Russell Howard the other week, I got to go on Mock The Week and put Frankie Boyle in his place and everything, Dara O'Brien made me a cup of tea and was a real hoot. Wasn't as good as the one I had where I was Cheryl Cole's better looking big sister, though, Simon Cowell couldn't keep his hands off me. Now I think about it, maybe the Russell Howard one was better. Either way, I liked your poem :)
SundaysChild | February 11, 2011 - 21:09
Enjoyed.
rjnewlyn | February 11, 2011 - 23:24
Wonderful - Poem of the week!
barryj1 | February 12, 2011 - 12:22
Loved it! A short poem that tells a very long story and never panders or resorts to purple prose. Just beautiful!