The Heelers Diaries

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Location: Kilcullen (Phone 087 7790766), County Kildare, Ireland

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

on stopping by starbucks on a snowy evening (with a biting hamster up my jumper)

Whose cafe this is I think I know
His corporate headquarters is in Seattle though
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his cafe fill up with proles

Whose cafe this is
I haven't a clue
The place is full of teen yobs now
They will not mind me stopping here
As long as I don't catch their eye
Or stare at their girlfriends' legs
Or otherwise interfere
With their magnificent lives
Of serious drugs and casual sex

My little hamster must think it queer
To stop without a hamster wheel near
Between the grocery and the bookshop with the Dude Where's My Car counter assistants
The darkest evening of the year

He gives the spare tyre on my belly a nip
To remind me to leave the Russian waitress a tip
The only other sounds the shriek
I unleash at the sight of my own blood

This waitress is lovely dark and sexy
But I've a biting hamster up my jersey
And budgies to feed before midnight mass
And budgies to feed before midnight mass


(Apologies to Robert Frost. No really I'm very sorry. Or was it Robert Service?)
(It was Robert Frost. - Robert Frost note)


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