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Life

Cobbles

Cobbles

The old streets growing up

weren’t that much fun

as the last of the horse and carts

made their way through town

You knew when the

Rag and Bone Man were coming

though his voice boomed through the street

there was a noise that was much louder

A Hard Noise Of Hardened Iron

meeting slabs of solid stone

announcing to all – we’re here

with the sound of clip following clop

and later in the day

feet followed horse

from walk to green

on a visit to a cherished auntie

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Animals Emotions Food Poetry

An apology – from Fido

Given the photograph that accompanied the latest daily post here’s my attempt in response to the prompt Apology

Hope you enjoy it

I’m sorry.

My moment of madness is unforgivable

I Know right now – i’m in the Doghouse

but I was let down by my nose you see

it led me to the sunday tea

and you should know how fond I am

of a leg of ham or lamb

so I crept across the lounge room floor

and snook beyond the kitchen floor

tugging at the dishcloth white

and winning with the roast a fight

I took more than an ample munch

of my share of “sunday lunch”

Can we still be friends – and let it be ?

I promise I won’t eat your tea!

I’ll sit in the garden – on my own

and gnaw on the spoils of lunch – the bone