Could it be fate, that
at 11.06 a new king of the schoolyard was crowned ?
In a Hastings school conquest with the town folk watching
Harry saw his hopes and dreams shatter
into a hundred different pieces
over the tarmac floor
But unlike his namesake – he didn’t get any in his eye
Putting the bootlace back in his pocket
he sought reflection, under a nearby Horse chestnut tree
Maidens hearts fluttered as the crowd jumped and cheered
whilst lads in the playground greatly revered
the conker as hard as a diamond….
and its owner – William – the Conkeror!
A small note from inky…readers might be curious on the time in the piece….1066 transposed on a digital clock…and there’s 60 mins in an hour😉
