Brooklands

An old poem rehashed thanks to a reminder from Span. I've rewritten it as a performance poem so when you read it please imagine the accompanying dance moves. Mash potato, do the twist... and so on. This undoubtedly spoils everything that Span used to like about it but how often do you get to body pop and read poetry simultaneously?

"Excuse me officer but what do you think about this?" I thumb-pop the button on my trousers as though tossing a coin. I pull down my trousers and...