Looking Back

I SAW SUNDAY

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LOOKING BACK

From the vantage-point of Sunday

I look back at my week.

These photos haven't much to say,

But, at least, they speak.

They speak of a friendly lunchtime break 

In a restaurant by the beach;

Only a short way from our house

And so within easy reach.

The 'at the table' photos

Were really rather poor,

But I rather liked this shot,

Looking out of the restaurant door.

And here's a rather quirky shot 

Of Malcolm leaving the place.

He looks suitably well-fed,

With a smile upon his face.

But glance down at his trousers

And there you will surely see

The funny old photographer

Who was, you've guessed it, me.

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OUT OF SYNC

Carl was over sixty and in a rather desperate state.

For many months he'd trawled the bars, looking for a mate.

At last he saw a likely lass, looking rather cool,

Perched in a provocative pose, up at the bar, on a stool.

He sidled up, gave her the eye and said his opening line;

'I see you are the girl of my dreams! You're utterly divine!

So where have you been all my life?'

Her answer set him seething.

'A lot of the time' she answered him 'I was busy teething!'

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