Parking his mobile library
A short time before it was due

He provided Jean with a sneak preview
Often giving her extra lending time
Without ever punishing her with a fine

And afterwards 

as she adjusted her hair 
And he adjusted himself 

They placed fallen books 
back onto the shelf

And when his bus groaned and spluttered off
Jean knew that she wasn't his only stop.



◄ The dog who died

On hearing John Fowles fart ►


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Emer Ni Chorra

Sun 20th Nov 2016 10:54

This gave me a good chuckle, great stuff?

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Val Cook

Sat 4th Jun 2016 16:06

I enjoyed your poem Ronnie, the line at the end,was perfect,it nailed it.

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