Who Were We Kidding

Who Were We Kidding

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Girls on holiday)

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all those holidays ago
when we hired a convertible
to get us round the island
red it was, red for danger
strangers were we to etiquette
on foreign roads
so when we approached
crossroads our ignorance showed
splendidly in primary colour
as the local men tooted
and honked horns noisily
we just tooted back tenfold
not realising it was their way
of saying, we got here first
deploy your brakes don't be dumb

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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The last part cracked me up haha. These little little silly yet funny incidents are like treasure to enjoy life. It feels like I visualized a hilarious movie scene while reading the piece. I can predict the later part where the girls are looking at each other and laughing at the situation.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear moog-drika, we did do a great deal of laughing on that holiday. A snapshot in time. Pleased you.. read more



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Hahaha, this made me laugh and smile. Wonderfully written. :))))

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you pinhead. I was smiling too when I recalled this snapshot in time. Girls having fun.
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Hot car full of cheerful girls.
A young man's sweetest fantasy!
If only they would swing around...


Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Love your response Jimmy. A snapshot in time. Many moons ago. Still brings a smile to my face. Great.. read more
Ah, those heady days of freedom... Sigh.
The guys engines roar, as the girls inspire Thelma and Louise, yet as they pass you, all that can be heard is orchestrated giggles that leave their perfume in the wind.
I never did catch up to any of them. I had a knack of making them choose accelerator over breaks, every time 😀

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

You got the picture Lorry. Many moons ago, but such fun and I had really good friends. Thank you.read more
this must have been a carload of loosey-goosey young females with nothing but fun in mind
an attractive carful of trouble

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

A car load of young women having a fab two weeks in Malta. I might add, no knicker elastic was damag.. read more
The last part cracked me up haha. These little little silly yet funny incidents are like treasure to enjoy life. It feels like I visualized a hilarious movie scene while reading the piece. I can predict the later part where the girls are looking at each other and laughing at the situation.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear moog-drika, we did do a great deal of laughing on that holiday. A snapshot in time. Pleased you.. read more
we think we know it all when we're young :) i love that bit about the tooting horns
if i could go back for a bit though, i would gladly relive some of my young and dumb moments!
thanks for this chris! makes me smile!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

We literally thought they were tooting at us to say hello :)) so we tooted back even louder. Took a .. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, 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..

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