Plum Pencil Skirt
I am not at all sure she ever realised
Just how good she looked
In the plum pencil skirt and matching top
However
When I remarked upon it she only very lightly flushed without giving anything away
On reflection though maybe she was aware after all
Since she was known to gather admirers like poets save moments
Like old men collect their coins and campaign medals
Before eventually giving them all away
Yes she looked so damn good in the plum pencil skirt and matching top she wore to the old school reunion
Nevertheless
I still forgot her name
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Author:
Neville (
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Old memories die hard Nev. and no wonder names are forgotten when shapes take centre stage !!...... I like the comparisons made in this little sketch of what school reunions can resurrect - good read.
If only she had been so understanding.. bless ya Fay.... Many thanks indeed.. N
Now - should I meet her too?! heehee.
No.. plum is the wrong colour and would clash with your eyes and nose... but thanks for showing an interest.. I will pass your inquiry on.... N
A great observational write - it held me with every word.
thank you Michael..... N
Ha ha yes, the world is full of great looking but quite forgettable ladies.
Tell me about it..... cheers DA
What was her name again....
A gentleman never tells, but thanks for askin ..... N
Those ladies are never forgotten even if you cannot remember their names.
How very bloomin true GF60... thank you for reminding me.... N
It was me! LOL No, this is a great poem, Neville. So well written!
thanks Christina.. yum .. am trying to picture you .. yes that will do nicely... N
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