Sparrow

Once, when playing football
Sparrow's studs slid into my knee.
Blood dripped out
like a fountain pen.

He called my dad a tosser
and tipped our wheelie bin over
one Halloween when my dad refused
to give him any sweets.
It took my mum three hours
to scrub the driveway clean.

"Hello Sparrow" I said to him
one New Years Eve at the pub.
He still hasn't replied.

I went to watch him in court.
As he was sentenced
his friends and family cried.
My face stayed solemn.
Inside, I was laughing
like Brian Blessed.