I always liked that one, Ann. A winner.
Now here, absolutely new...
Bookshops
In Whitstable there is a shop.
I pass it every week,
Yet do not pass. I pause. I stop.
And some humungous lollipop,
Candyfloss cloud or acid drop,
At just a pound or two a pop,
Is never far to seek.
Second-hand books – bizarre bazaar
Of well remembered names!
I riffle through your repertoire,
My marzipan, montelimar,
Vast, everlasting chocolate bar:
Robert Graves, Idries Shah,
Ruth Rendell, P.D. James,
P.G. Wodehouse, J.L. Carr
And all the long etcetera ...
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