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kol tuv, Ryfkah


In a message dated 3/31/02 2:09:18 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

<< Granny's gone

We're at a poetry reading. Big Dave's phone
shrills in his pocket, and he goes outside.
He comes back in and says, "The queen mum's died.
I asked my wife to leave the phone alone
unless it was important: I must sing
at Glamis tomorrow in the Songs of Praise
so I suppose it was important." Rays
of sunshine : afternoon, and sweltering.
The tea ladies among their sausage rolls,
go "Oh" and "Ah", but John and Gerry first
sing one more song before we quench our thirst
on tea or wine and quiche and eggs in bowls:
it makes us stamp and smile and clears the air:
"Granny's gone and left me her old armchair."

(PS glad I"m not Craig Betjeman today.) >>