Fickle Fate.

A Memory of Wallsend.

Having had a great neet oot,
on just twenty quid or less.
I'd boonce aleng the High Street,
until I reached Kebab Express.
Ad pull oot all me loose change,
and through my lucid gaze.
I would slaver on and dither,
With all the other drunken strays.
"Take it oot of the son"
I'd say with an ootstretched hand.
To John behind the coonter,
he could always understand.
They always did fantastic pizzas,
and tasty kebabs there of course.
But what would make me neet complete,
Was their tangy chilli sauce!
No other place could match this,
It just really hit the spot.
The perfect blend of spices,
full of taste yet not too hot.
The reason for this tribute is,
I met a bloke today.
Who relayed to me the sad sad news,
That John had passed away!
So young,not even fifty,
When fickle fate did plot John's course,
I'll end with cheers for such great service,
and of course your chilli sauce!!

RIP Bonny Lad
1-6-13
James Bridgewood

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