The Great Adventure

I've been scanning and cropping old black and white photos today, so probably a fair amount of nostalgia will creep into my blogging for a while. This one is for Margaret. She may or may not have a copy. It shows our friend, Barbara, on the left, then me, and then Margaret, with her parents near her. I remember we were just off on Our Great Adventure.

THE GREAT ADVENTURE

It was nineteen-fifty-something . 

We had never been abroad

And a simple hitch-hiking holiday

Was all we could afford.

France was just over the Channel,

But a truly foreign place,

And the exotic people seemed

A totally different race.

I remember the excitement

As we packed and said goodbye,

But why were we sitting on a beach?

I really don't know why.

Memories are just fragments;

The whole picture never appears.

But it's good to remember happiness

After all these many years.

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ZOMOTHERAPY

Have you got a blood disorder?

Is your patience wearing thin?

Are you searching for a cure-all

That will ease the state you're in?

Raw-meat therapy might help you!

Zomotherapy to the fore!

Some raw-meat soup might be the answer!

Can't do you much harm, for sure!

Here's the recipe to help you.....

Take half a pound of minced raw meat,

Mix with milk to make a paste.

(Alright! Alright! I can hear you!

'This isn't really to my taste!')

If you wish, add some tomatoes;

Even risk a little cream!

Open up and toss it downwards!

It may work just like a dream!

Zomotherapy is the treatment

Often mooted for T.B.

I got all this stuff from Google;

If you're 'put off' don't blame me!

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PS. This is a serious treatment suggested by specialists! Forgive my levity!

 BB