SONNET

ENGAGED IN CAR PARK INCIDENT

I and my lass head out from Cameron Toll,

Weighed down with swag from sales, and bargains bright.

Replete with tea and cake, all nurture for the soul,

We cross the crowded car park, voices light.

A youth bends, peering in my car's interior,

He springs upright, at my irate approach.

Two lassies smirk: that makes him feel inferior,

I'll stamp his head as if he were a ‘roach!

I stalk him, malice in my eye and mien,

“So, do you want to buy it?” I ask the nyaf:

He backs away, his face a shade of green

And exits left, at speed, as we two laugh!

For oh what joy to see the bugger start!

Delicious pleasure to an outraged heart.

Clare Goulder

November 2004