My handbag is a rucksack
It's made for wear and tear
It carries all the books back
When going without I cannot bear
I don't even always read them
My days on the road are full
I nevertheless seem to need them
Like a ship needs a treasure in its hull
They lend a sense of security
And a feeling of home from home
My rucksack carries them easily
Including some heavier tomes
My handbag is a rucksack
Of reliable German make
It gives me a touch of lumberjack
But it's certainly not a mistake
Just try to beat it's aptitude
For most of the situations in life
In Zürichs 47.3.. degrees latitude
It has proved an investment most worthy and wise
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Author:
Solar Impulse_1912 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My last poem was about a car. Now this one is about handbags. I actually didn’t want to write it at first. I was sure that Pam Ayres would have written a much better one on handbags. But as didn’t find one in her wonderful collection I wrote it myself. So maybe this in in honour of Pam Ayres and to thank her for her beautiful poems.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
You are so darn write my friend .. elegance is indeed an attitude .. a matter of perception, much like beauty, .... in the eye of the beholder, I very muchly enjoyed this introduction to your poetry, Neville 🙂
Thank you Neville for your kind comment. Better late than never, I hope your new year has started with beauty and peace., Solar Impulse
Good one. I liked it
Thanks MDRogers 🙂
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