Apologies For Absence - Poem by Barry Tebb
Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket)
I can't make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit.
Sorry Brenda Williams, I can't share your park bench protest near the Royal Free
At sixty I need a fire and slippers, -4 outside just isn't me.
Sorry, Chris Torrance, I can't make your Welsh eyrie
Just spelling Gymmercher Isaf Pontneathvaughan quite fazes me.
Sorry, Seamus Famous, your hide away in Dublin Bay
No doubt is bloody grand but I can't face the journey to a far off foreign land.
Sorry James Kirkup, your Andorran niche
Is just too complicated for me to ever reach.
Apologies especially to Emily Bronte's ghost -
You are the mostest hostess that I could ever boast
Your heather moor and cobbled street's allure
Are something I've put off until the braw New Year.
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