You see marvellous ones
on TV,
such that when you see them in real life,
say in a grin over a tennis net,
you think you're watching a really big set.
Now that it's not sitting,
more of a poise or a perch or a clutch
or a hang or a plop or a splat;
heading towards,
and as I heard that,
'heading towards', on the radio
just as I wrote it,
this must be it,
a sliver.
So I'm able to say till it's not one,
'see that marvellous set
in that grin down by the river,
you'd think you were watching...'
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Yes you do see marvellous ones on the telly. Nothing seems real anymore. Always enjoy your light humour.