Love POETRY is not familiar territory for me but we've all gone through the terror and awkward excitement of first love and the pursuit of love. Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be - puddled, who knows ’til now, love's confusing signals, the…Read more Love Poem
'Sympathy? I'll give you a thick ear first.' 'C'mere to me, come out here and say that to me. I'll batter you.' 'Kylie, behave yourself or I'll call Michael Jackson to babysit ye.' Sometimes, what we hear is 'local colour', 'character' and 'great sport.' And sometimes, it's just sad and depressing.