Taking a (mountain bike) ride some miles east southeastern of Liverpool
a saving bench shows up perfectly
a nice break from the sweaty pleasure trip
when sitting so flies thoughts high and wide
an old long-forgotten song played imaginary between the ears.
“Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing idle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Aqualung my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Aqualung my friend
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Aqualung my friend, don’t you start away uneasy“.
(written by Ian Anderson from “Jethro Tull” – listen to: *Aqualung*)
No idle girls at sight
actually it doesn’t matters at all
only a “dead” duck at the bench
the ducks at the river were full of life.
Inspiration from the WP daily prompt “Come fly with me“