It all began with a phone-call.
I was flicking a feather duster around
(to rearrange the dust)
and you were dreaming of buying a brand-new car.
Yes, you were!
I could tell by the headlights in your eyes.
Then the phone rang,
and I heard you say,
"Yes, Sue, come for as long as you like.
Bring your friends, too,
No, Mum won't mind at all."
Many paint-brushes, and fitted-carpetmen later
you wound-up you brand-new car
(with the starting-handle)
I topped up the grease in my elbows
then we kissed and hugged
and chugged off to meet them all at the station,
stopping off at the Chemists
(for some Plagiarism linctus
as I'd developed
a rather tickling McGough).
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 1992
