Backstreet Meet

Peacock Poetry

The mission today is to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken rather than in typically poetic speech. Andy and I have an in-house term for salubrious types that can be found frequenting train stations and we dub them “Stretchies”. The term originated during a precarious walk around the backstreets of our Tunisian hotel where a random man was pretending to do post-running stretches whilst giving us the once over and it has stuck ever since. A few months back we encountered a man who we imagined to be a Stretchy but were afterwards unsure if to have unfairly labelled him hence the following poem.

Stretchy

First impression was quite sketchy

Station backstreet, shady side

And normally I sense a Stretchy

Bling and labels don’t disguise

My eyes this time could not detect you

French man lost or dodgy guy?

Dared not venture to inspect you

Stretchies…

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