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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Ah………. the joys, frustrations and disappointments of 17 (and a number of other teen and later years!) 🙂
😃
Charming, Chris, especially for a teenage boy.
Thank you kindly. 😃
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. 🙂
I know. I have since discovered that women are complicated creatures.
That they are. 🙂
Lovely
I really like this poem. It’s sweet ❤
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