Transformation

 Dear Andrew, Thank you

- all of you – the other evening,

for a pub of drinking men,

drunks and fat boys, teenagers:

all a father needs when out for a pint

with his wife and special son,

walking up cobbles and drinking down

lemonade, fosters, ice and a slice,

but it was dancing at the juke box

- retro rock – loud as a propeller

that got the locals up on the dance floor

- oh yes, and the Down’s boy

smiling like a sunrise

turning. With love. Sincerely yours,