Out of Service

SATURDAY CENTUS

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We are limited to 110 words.

OUT OF SERVICE

The number you have reached is no longer in service;

All you are left with is your deep regret.

For far too long you forgot to remember,

And now you are wishing that you could forget.....

Back then, in the old days, her voice was like music,

Then rancour and bitterness reared up between.

The days turned to months and the old world kept turning

And only vague heartache recalled what had been.

'One day' you would say, 'I'll remember her number.

One day' you would say 'I'll just give her a call'.

But one day, alas, very soon became hundreds

And now you are speaking to nothing at all. (110 words)

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JOIE DE VIVRE!

'The Joy of living!' That sounds staid!

But say it in French and you've got it made!

I wonder if 'Le Weekend' sounds pretty good

To the French when it is understood.

Language is strange; some things catch-on;

Others are said but 'Phtt!' they're gone!

'Cul de Sac'! Now there's a phrase!

'Dead-end' was better in many ways,

But someone, somewhere, said 'Cul-de-sac'

And that foreign phrase just never looked back!

An idea that spreads is called a meme,

(Richard Dawkins favourite theme.)

'Waving goodbye' was a meme that spread;

We all followed where someone led.

'Joie-de-vivre' must have sounded right

Having caught the spirit of delight.

So now I say it and so do you!

'The Joy of Living' just will not do.

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