we met in roundhay park,

she was walking her hound,

fettered with a muzzle, the

dog barely made a sound

that was half a life-time ago,

long defunct that labrador,

I'm the one on a short lead,

I rarely talk, let alone roar

personality's behind bars,

independence gone west,

castrated, house-trained,

where obedience is best

a daily run in the garden,

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Things had stalled then tapered off

For Bill and Gwen had reached the stage

Where sex is what other people do

When love has turned its final page

Salad days gone and keen to downsize

They found a bungalow, cheap they said,

It had leaky flashing and woodworm

Above all, a full-length gilt mirror over the bed

That first night under a wrinkled reflection

As the pai...

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