A Serving of FlatteryA Poem by Chris Shaw(more fun)
In Morrison's I took a break,
black coffee and a slice of cake and sat there as the rain poured down. My daughter picked at pink shelled prawns, green salad leaves adorned her plate, she's far too conscious of her weight. As we engaged in idle chat, a sideways glance, it dawned on me, that we'd aquired some company. He stood there in his dark grey suit, a poppy in his left lapel, as though enchanted by a spell. Some awkward seconds, then he spoke, his finger pointing to my head. I felt my cheeks flush post-box red. What did he want, a bloomin date? "My dear", he said, "Your hat looks great".
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18 Reviews Added on June 4, 2018 Last Updated on June 4, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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