The Worse for Wear

RUBY TUESDAY
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THE WORSE FOR WEAR!

He was the centre of attention when first he came in view;

When he was bright and shiny, unusual and new.

They hung him up above the bar in a local hostelry;

A handsome Smiling Jester for everyone to see.

Everyone stood around and said 'What a great addition!'

But now I fear he represents the worst of the human condition.

We, too, have been bright and shiny, wide-eyed and full of vim!

We too have gazed out at the world looking a bit like him.

But life lobbed an empty glass at us, in a nasty little fit of pique,

And our nose, once one of our best points, is now nothing but a freak!

Our frills are rather droopy, our colour's faded too,

We don't look quite as snazzy as we did when we were new.

We hang-about and still enjoy all of the passing-show,

But we're not the Jolly Jesters that we were so long ago.

Still, never mind, we're still up there, smiling from the wall;

We have to be quite grateful that we're still up there at all!
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THE BENCH
(Rinkly attempting Victoriana!)

I must leave, and leaving, weep,
All I ask is for you to keep
Watch at some time in the day
Where you were when I went away.
Let me picture that shaded spot;
A corner of our garden plot,
Where you and I just sat and talked
Gazing at paths where we once walked.
Honour bids me say farewell,
For how long no-one can tell.
Know that I will dream and yearn,
Till I join you there on my return.
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