Head out at lunch
down all those steps at the G
The pair of us opt
for the base of a tree
Hoe into croissants,
slurp our iced coffees
Peel off gold watch
all sweaty on me
Head back on up
for the session till tea
How long to go now?
My wrist oddly free
Oh no, must have left it
back down at that tree
Bolt off in panic
What a blockhead I be
Check on the woodchips
Oh no I can’t see
my watch in the spot
I search desperately
among all the litter
at the base of the tree
Two picnicking girls
agree to help me
They fossick and sympathise
but we all turn up zip
How did I allow
my mind to so slip
This lightweight nude wrist
flaps around in the park -
Oh hang on what’s this,
clipped neatly on bark
Hallelujah, my watch
has ris from the dead
Thanks some Samaritan
May you sleep well in bed
And now if you ask
have I got the time
I’ll say yes I have
thanks to intervention divine
bw
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