Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Finchley Encounter
He opened his mouth
and a bird flew out
I think it was a wren
It was small and brown anyway
I know that sounds a little vague
but to tell you the truth I was startled
Are you a magician? I asked
He smirked and shook his head
He bent and picked up a discarded note
Is this yours?
I swallowed. Now it was my turn
to shake my head. We parted
I walked into the Swan
and ordered a swift half
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9 comments:
Loved it. I can't resist puns. Must be genetic.
I think you're "delightful". Love your work! Am also very honored to have a real writer visit my site (my friend says she's a writer, and I did manage to get her to visit. She advised me to work on my punctuation). You've great taste in music, and other creative endeavors. In short, very nice making your acquaintence. I'll be back...
j
amazing moment, leaves a lot to the imagination.
Quirky! Definitely quirky! ; )
hot damn. but i loved the last line. i'm making all sorts of connections here. must be my caffeine-filled imagination.
what is a swift half roger? :)
A note about the last line. In the UK beer is still sold in pint and half pint measures. A pint is roughly half a litre.
When someone's on the way home after work, maybe, or in a hurry, they will go into a pub, like the Swan, and have a swift half.
Errr... Hurry or not, I'll have a full pint, please...
from wren to swan...amazing moments.
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