Pipe Dream

WATERY WEDNESDAY

PIPE DREAM

Just a big old pipe in the shadows,

Curving its way along,

Snaking over the pastures,

Far from the city's throng.

Weaving it's way through the valley

Where the Hunter River flows

Appearing to have no purpose,

Inert even as it goes.

Yet, inside, it is churning, rolling,

Inside it is in full spate,

Inside it is racing madly!

It seems that it just can't wait!

Chichester Dam gives the water

That rushes along within.

It will end in our taps tomorrow.

But it's here we see it begin.

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I got permission to publish this shot but I can't remember who from!

BEFORE AND AFTER!

Of course I look disdainful! It's quite true!

I'm stuck here for the passing world to view!

I looked so gorgeous only yesterday!

And now I'm treated in this awful way.

My cheekbones still look good, likewise my hair;

And my expression, still, is nose-in-air.

But they have dressed me in a paper bag!

Like any other old, discarded hag!

I, who looked so very smooth and svelte!

They've got me really right below the belt!

Except that belts are missing, likewise darts!

I look the same as all the other tarts!

I, who have worn the very latest fashions,

Have suddenly been put on meagre rations.

Yves Saint Laurent was quite my top designer,

In his confections I looked ever finer.

The swathes, the swirls, the clinching and the flow,

I was a clothes-horse, I was such a pro!

This paper 'thing' just hasn't any shape!

It's fastened at the back with sticky-tape!

The length is wrong! It's barely to my knees!

It's winter and I know I'm going to freeze!

But pity poor Minette! Her plight is oddest!

In fact it's verging on the quite immodest.

To seat her in that pose looks really shocking

Invites the passers-by to be more mocking!

And, worst of all, (the thought makes me go pale)

They've labelled us with that great insult.....'SALE!'

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