Successful barby,
christened new fire pit,
ate much tasty food,
burnt much British charcoal,
did a wheelie on a mate’s bike
(in a small garden),
went over handlebars
into (thankfully cold) barbecue,
landing on face,
drank ale. And I’m not
relishing going to work
in the morning.
A friend’s Facebook status from 3 May 2011. Submitted by Gabriel Smy.
Verbatim Poetry 