This poem’s not an entry but I’m writing it for Jeff
because he’s been on AP for a year
He writes of birds that sit like notes upon a treble clef
upon a fence to serenade his dear
He writes of tea and cakes and jam and cricket on the green
long walks at midnight down beside the sea
A lovely lady on his arm as graceful as a queen
who blushes when he takes her on his knee
A rippled lake at midnight and some dappled shade at noon
a mermaid and a Rose of Texas too
The glimmer of the starlight and the shimmer of the moon
and countless cuddles when the day is through
A batsman mustn’t argue with the umpire – play the game
by all the rules and walk when you must walk
And he’s the bestest feller on AP that I could name
(I’ll stop it there before folk start to talk!)
and by the way, you ought to get out more!
Honorable mention
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