Loddon Fayre (May 2017)

Church plane’s where we met,

None of us had a Tete-a-tete,

Other”s probably had a bet,

That things would not set,

They’d be right, or wrong,

I walked the street that day,

And chatted merrily away,

With some, not others,

Had me lunch in Rosy Lee’s,

Egg was broke you see,

I got to speak with Tal the Isrealee,

The Clinks Care Farm Stall was great, 

I sailed past to say Ahoy,

Ended up with some Pak Choi,

I became at home feeling a bit like a Gnome,

The sun on forehead made me Red.

David A. Robertson 29.05.17