Love Poem: A Pint of Bitter No Probem
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Written by: Jan Oskar Hansen

A Pint of Bitter No Probem

A Pint of Bitter…sure-

At the registrar office we´re getting married 
when I noticed on her papers she had been
married 5 times….hold on you never told me 
this, I thought you had been married once and
had a daughter with him. I have of think about 
this marriage left she accosted me in the street 
and said; but what about the caterers, sausage 
rolls and pies?

Cheshire; rain and I dislike indigestible food.
I a walked into a pub and had chicken in a basket 
with chips and a pint of beer. Her brother came in 
and 12 pints of beer later I agreed to marry his sister. 
The rest was a blur working men´s clubs and more beer.
The English working class is a tribe and I didn´t fit in.
I went back to sea again but that bloody piece of paper
with my name on took years to erase.