The Wrong Key

The rain had stopped when the locksmith arrived

two sheepish lovebirds sat outside his latest job

they were looking a bit worse for wear

sat slightly damp on the garden bench

but quite how they’d managed to,

mistake car key for house key

was anybody’s guess

what was certain was he’d be eating well tonight

two sets of keys, two locks, and a call out charge

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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