I remember the skirt
(Although you and I know
That there was not much of that).
There was no need to flirt.
Being sensible, I wore a hat.
And that
Would have been that,
Save for my desire
To remember the gas fire
And the carpet burns
On legs,
For we had no use for beds.
Oh how the clock’s hands turn
And man, he never learns.
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K Morris - Poet 
Wonderfuk poem Jevin
Thank you, Lorraine. I am pleased you like it. Best, Kevin
I like this one, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you like it.
Best wishes, Kevin