A Girl in the Red Bowler Hat
The girl in a red
bowler hat
made me smile
as she
bounced up
and down
and waved from
the back
of her elephant ..
And then
again, as she
blew an innocent
kiss, in my
vague direction ..
But that was
so long ago now ..
When all the
colours held fast
and were in
the right places ..
Oh’ such
halcyon days,
when I dreamt
of nothing
but being, a blue
eyed and shiny,
red nosed
clown for her ..
And of course,
for her elephant ..
Sadly, such days
are long
gone away now
and nothing
is left, except
for a few
dry smudges on
the rim of
some discarded
and otherwise,
obsolete
colour wheel ..
An occasional
dream
and of course,
this old scribble ..