W. Reginald Bray
was a Victorian gent,
who tested the post
with whatever he sent
A collector of curios
and postal phenomena,
his passion was sending
all kinds of ephemera
The largest and elephant,
the smallest a bee.
A bicycle pump,
an old piece of tree
He carved his address
on a large knobbly turnip,
and sent it first class
so they could returnit
His collection of artifacts
was extremely contrived,
but his rasher of bacon?
It never arrived.
Monday, September 27, 2004
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2 comments:
Fabulous!!!
Glad to see that the poetic muse hasn't deserted you.
And I haven't forgotten the Owl and the Pussycat!!!
Ah, just great fun to read. Well done, Michael!
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