Stanzas is what reached me in Seattle.
amused.
Max
Fixed
Two white rubber thongs, one right way up,
the other right way down, size three. A metre apart.
Fix, the thong brand. In between, a pair of pink
leopardskin knickers with black frilly lace edging,
discarded in Doctor's Gully.
Two weeks later, the tableau remains intact,
grass making some inroads on thongs, slaters
congesting on cotton. Retrieval now unlikely.
Funny; did hear a distant halooo back then
echoing up the gully. Triumph in the glen.
bw
On Nov 4, 2015, at 1:24, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Thanks. Andrew, Pat. Not mine at all, Pat. I take a size 8 in a thong.
> Sorry lines don't line up. Should have been two five-line stanzas.
>
> Bill
>
> On Wednesday, November 4, 2015, Patrick McManus <
> [log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> Cheers Bill a glimpse of Oz life
>> Just wondered were these yours?
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]
>> <javascript:;>] On Behalf Of Bill Wootton
>> Sent: 03 November 2015 23:02
>> To: [log in to unmask] <javascript:;>
>> Subject: Fixed
>>
>> Two white rubber thongs, one right way up, the other right way down, size
>> three. A metre apart.
>> Fix, the thong brand. In between, a pair of pink leopardskin knickers with
>> black frilly lace edging, discarded in Doctor's Gully.
>>
>> Two weeks later, the tableau remains intact, grass making some inroads on
>> thongs, slaters congesting on cotton. Retrieval now unlikely.
>> Funny; did hear a distant halooo back then echoing up the gully. Triumph
>> in the glen.
>>
>> bw
>>
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