Brief EncounterA Poem by Chris Shaw(tongue in cheek fun, p.c. brigade go away)
Pass the salts, I'm feeling faint,
(I'm not that type just kidding you). At noon a stranger made me smile, transformed a day which started blue. I made my entrance in a room (in all it could be deemed absurd), good grief, he stood as I walked in, poor chap he didn't say a word. What charm, a man of chivalry, he offered me his empty chair, I thought that died an age ago, he took my coat while I sat there. I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat, perhaps I need to re-assess? Is it too late to change my views on subjects such as manliness? I always looked for men with brains, (found in the head, not sunk below). These manners which have been displayed have given me a rosy glow. I swear ten years have disappeared without applying nip or tuck. Now what on earth can rhyme with that? Ah yes, I know that's where I'm stuck. So in these days of equal rights, (I'm really not a hypocrite), it is refreshing now and then to play the princess for a bit.
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26 Reviews Added on August 6, 2018 Last Updated on August 6, 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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