Friday, 23 December 2016

A FORGETFUL MOMENT


'I love this game of golf'
An old man said to the other.
'What did you say about Rolf?'
came a confused reply.

'No Rolf isn't playing today'
came another reply out loud
'Why is that, is he still,
trying to fly?'

'No! The last time he came,
he lost his way.
He didn't get home
until the next day.'

'Aye! the demented old git'
They say his name was Ben.'
He found him asleep in the House of Lords
In the rear pew, and it was half past ten.'

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UNDER THE COVER

Under the cover of darkness
The annual trek has begun,
Sent out by my wife because,
She says delivering cards is not fun.

Off I go into the night conspicuously
With my hat shielding my face,
Like a demon of the night I deliver
These Christmas cards at a rapid pace.

But not to be fooled by nosy neighbours
Who welcome me in for a festive drink,
One after another like a pub crawl
my head spins and I begin to think.

As I return home to find many cards I didn't get
Because our super fast neighbours sent them on the internet.

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