Green plus Blue

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GREEN PLUS BLUE

Green plus blue

Makes a turquoise hue

And that's my favourite colour,

Without those two

What would we do?

 The world would be much duller.

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I took this shot

From a favourite spot

On a ship when we were sailing.

The sky was grey

On a rainy day

But turquoise is never failing.

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The swimming-pool,

Thronged as a rule,

Was lying unattended,

The blue surround

And green sea, I found,

Were cleverly, subtly blending.

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The sea's grey-green

Added to the scene,

And the dull sky threatened thunder.

But the turquoise hue,

Made of green and blue,

Was still a colourful wonder.

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THE LOST KEY!

(This was once a party-piece of mine in my more vulgar days!)

In twelve-oh-nine,

We were doing fine

In our castle on the hill,

And, if the Infidel hadn't raised some hell,

We'd all be happy still.

But my Noble Lord was getting bored

So he went to the Crusades;

Put my chastity under lock and key,

And that of the serving maids.

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It was twelve-sixteen

And I hadnt seen

My Lord for several years.

I'd learned to tat,

And I'd grown quite fat,

And I'd shed some wifely tears.

Oh, a minstrel's tune

Passed an afternoon

And the weather could be discussed,

But I have to admit

I couldn’t sit,

On account of increasing rust.

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In twelve-twenty-four

Came a herald to the door,

And I learned, with bated breath,

That my Noble Lord

Hadn't perished by the sword!

He'd been plucked from the jaws of death!

'I'll resume my life

With my lovely lady wife.'

Were the words he wrote to me.

Then he added a bit……

'I'm sorry to admit

That I've been and lost the key!'

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In twelve-twenty-five

Came the day he would arrive

Victorious from the war!

We went to our room

In the hope we could resume

Our relationship, as before.

I felt depressed,

But I should have guessed

That my lord was a resourceful man.

When we'd closed the door

In his upraised hand I saw

The key to a sardine can!

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By twelve-twenty-six

We were really in a fix,

For the key just wouldn't fit!

Though he gave a twist

And a jiggle of the wrist,

He couldn't get the hang of it.

By twelve-twenty-eight

We submitted to our fate

And stopped looking for ways and means.

And in twelve-twenty-nine

We both sat down to dine

On some very, very stale sardines.

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