MY VILLAGE
It’s a typical village on the whole
but it has no village idiot
so we take it in turns to take on the role
and not one of us needs a work permit.
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Michael Edwards (
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Can I come and fill in one day please Michael.
Of course you can - as you don't live here you'll need the permit but i can organise that for you.
I am a trustee of our very impressive village hall and this poem reflects a bit of banter at our last meeting. These meetings are often a bit Vicar of Dibblyish and a great source of poetry ideas. I've written a couple of others from the same meeting which I'll post over the week ahead.
That banter at meetings cn be fun but also have serious consequences sometimes.
I used to be on the Church Committee and that got very fraught sometimes as I said it as it was not how it should be. I eventually came to the conclusion that I should not go to Church Committee meetings and have not been to one after my resignation. There is still the AGM which I went to a few weeks ago and once more I told them what was going on, nobody said anything at the meeting but many came up to me afterwards and said I thoroughly agree with you.
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Oh lol, good write and pic M. When's our turn on the idiot rota?!
I'm doing Thursday this week - hoping for good weather.
A charming and smart village. Where is it? UK too?
Actually this my nearest town, Market Harborough, in middle England. It's a lovely town retaining many of the old values. I was actually sitting in the square (in the painting) this morning surrounded by artisan traders - there was a real buzz about the place.
It must be a very nice place. It is beautiful from your painting. Thanks
I'm unemployed because I'm an idiot.
Can I apply - got the right resume!!!!
Do you wear odd socks? If so I'll put your name forward.
U made i larff. Yes we could take up Goldfinch's suggestion and take it in turns to be the visiting fool.
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