Pilgrim's Spotlight: Crazy Angie

Ode to Angie 

Oh Angie of the ratty blond braids

I hope to never again hear your tirades 

You pretend to talk on the phone

When really you are just on your own 

The charity you walk for is not real 

You beg and yell and often steal

Everyone whose met you has a story

And your cockney accent is a crowning glory 

In a single gulp you drink red wine

A glimpse of you is a very bad sign

You run round naked in knickers and "brawr"

Seeing you hop around in your sleep sack is a mental scar (I look like a caterpillar--cah-uh-pill-uh--you know wha' a caterpillah is? It's a little worm)

You fight with Bilbo about what's Irish and what's not (idget vs idiot and feck vs fuck)

I'm only lucky you were in a faraway cot 

Walking to Pamplona I heard you carried a chair 

For you in Conpostela I will say a prayer