Poems
By Trevor Mckell
CHRISTMAS
Christmas is a surprising time
When presents appear that are mine
Now I am older, the situation has changed
Extra kilos are all that I gain.
SHORT SKIRTS
Walking in the city on a sunny day
One sees many people in a rush
Business men suited to earn their pay
Delivery people darting in a hush
None warrant much attention
But my eyes are darting in all direction
Looking at a young man in a smart shirt
And then the amazing mini skirt.
UMBRELLA
All up and down and most are round
Some are small while others huge
I prefer the golf umbrella
Though that’s not a sport for this fella
That many are plain is not a worry
As my Tucan handle sends all in a flurry.
Christmas is a surprising time
When presents appear that are mine
Now I am older, the situation has changed
Extra kilos are all that I gain.
SHORT SKIRTS
Walking in the city on a sunny day
One sees many people in a rush
Business men suited to earn their pay
Delivery people darting in a hush
None warrant much attention
But my eyes are darting in all direction
Looking at a young man in a smart shirt
And then the amazing mini skirt.
UMBRELLA
All up and down and most are round
Some are small while others huge
I prefer the golf umbrella
Though that’s not a sport for this fella
That many are plain is not a worry
As my Tucan handle sends all in a flurry.
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