l took this today while passing Fingal County Council, near Blanchardstown, Dublin.

I wonder how that boot ended up in the grass by the side of the road, and where is its mate?

It almost never happens, but a poem, of sorts, just arrived fully formed in my head.

It’s a true story. It happened in a bar in Prague almost thirty years ago.

Here it is:

A skinhead with a swastika tattoo
Apologized for his rude hippy friend
Complaining about foreigners coming
Into his country and taking the jobs
That nobody else wants to do – boo hoo!