In Dave’s jacket pocket
the last time I looked
was half a cold burger
three days ago cooked,
a dead mouse, ten dog hairs,
a chip, chewing gum,
a two-week-old note
to the Head from his mum,
a very old conker
that mouldiness grows on,
a twisted Tube ticket
for blowing his nose on,
a bitten-off fingernail,
part of a snail,
the tongue of a snake
and a dry lizard’s tail,
a piece of a sweet
just as sticky as glue,
all forming together
a horrible stew!
Don’t ask him to show you.
Of this there’s no doubt:
one look at the thing will
turn you inside out!