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.


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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!) πŸ™‚

  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. πŸ™‚

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

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