Hi John,
Sorry I didn't get around to responding yesterday evening. I'd spent the afternoon in Winchcombe, seeing six guineas including the ever-delightful Mr. Patch. I felt very well rested afterwards and I drifted off to sleep much earlier than usual!
Many thanks for enjoying the previous poem. I like that line too! As for 'Mr. Kite', well... I think I've mentioned I love the entire album. But that particular track might've found its way into one of the poems I wrote for NaPoWriMo last year. The prompt was 'a poem about curtains – at least eight lines, some of which contain internal rhymes.' Well, I was rather ill at the time, so I kept it little! I hope you like it
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My favourite feature of the curtains isn't shade or shape
or fabric, colour, bunchy bits, sophisticated drape;
it is the gripping, never slipping, objects on one side,
the cheerful cling-on koala toys, in which I take most pride.
The cling-on koalas might not find a place at Ideal Home,
they're all quite old and faded and they're not made out of chrome,
but how folks gasp to see them grasp the curtains in their paws;
and frequently we celebrate the k's with wild applause!
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