One more -- and my last! Actually I have 50-100 of this sort of thing, enough for a fat book if only some of the likely publishers would accept uninvited submissions.
Game, Set and Match!
I was Joan Hunter Dunn, your Joan Hunter Dunn
whose ardour soon cooled in the Aldershot sun.
For your tennis was poor and your idea of fun
was to sit in the car park till twenty to one
without your attempting the slightest attack
on my baseline defence. So I gave the ring back,
having realised that, married, we’d spend all our time
with you counting stresses and searching for rhyme.
But a suntanned young Aldershot goddess has needs
and mine were not little rhymed verses, but deeds.
So I married another, more dashing, instead
who was better than you at both tennis and bed.
And now you’re long dead while I’m still having fun;
so it’s game set and match to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.
Last edited by Martin Parker; 09-11-2011 at 08:15 AM.
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