my sunday poem … # 18

my sunday poem … # 18

spells & shells

Here is a silly wee verse I wrote way back in the summer of 1969 when I was all of 17. Me and my best pal Charlie Parker spent a couple of weeks down in Devon and Cornwall. We tried our hand at surfing off Minehead beach and chatting up girls. We were rubbish at both.




10 responses to “my sunday poem … # 18

  1. Ah………. the joys, frustrations and disappointments of 17 (and a number of other teen and later years!) 🙂

  2. Charming, Chris, especially for a teenage boy.

  3. That’s a cute verse. I’m sorry to hear you were so terrible at chatting up girls. I have a lot of sympathy. I was also something of an expert in not particularly impressing women. 🙂

  4. I really like this poem. It’s sweet ❤

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