Pomes . . .

I received two parcels
from Church House Bookshop.

One was an article which I had ordered
and the other was a freebie.

The freebie was a book of pomes by,
let’s not say shall we
as we don’t want

At school I thought
“Dirty British coaster with salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the channel in the mad March days . . . ”
was a pome.

But now it seems we all had
books of pomes
in our homes
only we didn’t know that

They were called
Telephone Directories
and they made more sense.

About The Author

Born 9 December 1933. Former Royal Air Force person. Retired Church of England Clergyman. Father. Grandfather, and now, Great Grandfather. Citizen of "Nowhere" acccording to my Prime Minister. Citizen of Europe according to me. Fervent Remainer. Thinks that Members of Parliament and especially Ministers of the Crown, who lie to Parliament should be barred from any sort of public office until a public recantation - three shots, then out for life.
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