The Number



MAGPIE TALES
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/06/mag-70.html
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THE NUMBER

Here is number one-nine-nine,

Which I've seen fit to underline.

So much to label and to date;

So much to view and tabulate.

My kind of work can be quite tiring,

Not always enlightening and inspiring.
An archivist is a dusty soul
And sometimes, boredom takes its toll;
In the bowels of the library
I  number things in secrecy,
Allocating items shelves
Where they can gather dust themselves.
But, little lady, one-nine-nine
You've gazed at other eyes than mine.
And he's gazed back, with a little laugh,
Before he's taken the photograph,
Saying ' Photography is clever;
I can capture your face for ever;
Those lovely eyes and that half  smile...............
Enough of that!
I'll close the file.
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THE DOWNSIDE!

I set-out just to photograph the sea,
Which was blue and lovely as a sea can be!
But this vision of a trolley
Didn't make me feel too jolly!
No! I didn't dance and leap about with glee!
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Someone had paid a visit to the store.
And the trolley had been loaded more and more.
Then they'd pushed it to the car
Which was probably not far
But returning it was really just a bore!
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So they simply pushed the trolley in the sea!
Quite a sin against their own community!
And they stood and laughed, I think,
As they saw the trolley sink,
And just went home and had a cup of tea!
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