he is dreaming
of the youth
how he lies on hay,
on the back,
and young girls
in colour dresses
a sunny day,
lies stuffy
heat from the sky
and that May...
and today
nothing for him more
aren't needed
only
on the back
on hay, and....
the crowing
of a cock
but
the watch stood
spoiled battery.
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Great poem with great charge of humour. Written lightly and funnily made... smile on the face is caused :))))))