So here we are, the final day of National poetry writing month! It’s been quite a challenge writing something new every day, and it doesn’t seem to let up. Bad Language will be taking part in the Something Every Day challenge for the month of May, so look out for that starting later today. As for the last poem of the month, I’m going to leave you with one for the Royal Wedding. For said occasion, we went to the brilliant Northern Quarter Street Party, but went to the free one very briefly, it was pretty messy in the latter.
Thomas street teems, revellers dance on picnic tables,
swigging eighteen to thirty pints, dancing.
Men use sinks as urinals; while somewhere,
others exchange vows of chips and Union jack