.4. Bygones Poem by David Threadgold

My wife said she’d found a fine Chippendale
With a chest and legs ever so strong
I asked her to say what they looked like
She said they were thick set and long

My antique collection was lacking
A quality piece of this sort
I asked would she like it for Christmas
If so I would see it got bought

Her eyes gleamed I thought she was crying
Then happiness let out a squeal
Would two or three grand be sufficient
Oh yes she said that’s just ideal

Describing an ebony lustre
Great locks that were shiny jet black
I filled out a cheque for three thousand
She went but she never came back?


© 2008 David Threadgold
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