by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Mary & Ivor came to visit we were having quite a Lark
Sandra flicked the light switch and plunged us in the Dark.

There’s a fuse box in the sky some where I’ve seen it way up high.

I’m sure, I’m sure I’ve seen it,
Was Sandra’s mournful cry!!

Sorry Dave it’s come to me
I remember now quite well,
It’s on the wall just like I said
But at the beach Motel.

The hunt for the fuse box continued with Martin out ahead
At last the hidden fuse was found
But outside in the garden shed

The result of this was fantastic and brought us all out in smiles
When we looked out of the window and could see for blooming miles.


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