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April 28, 2017
Silver Service
out on view.
A luscious bite
with every chew.
A stolen spoonful
is pure delight!
whilst a finger full
dulls appetite.
And eyes said it all
without words spoken,
as silence fell
and hearts were broken,
as elbows rested
on the table,
and mouths wide open
saw teeth unstable,
when just by chance,
a random satellite
dropped by and set
the world alight,
and a candle that,
by force was blown,
created havoc –
rude words were sworn.
as whitest linen
set alight,
and napkins waved
in mid flight.
For Silver Service
out on view,
meant nothing to
the thousands who,
had gate-crashed there
from near and far,
to witness Edgar’s
last hur-rah.
And Sheffield’s finest
turned to rust,
now finger bowls –
a daily must.
And fish forks now
deemed out of date,
were seen stabbing pickles –
in a way most inappropriate!
And clamps for crabs
and winkle pickers,
replaced with fingers
by nose pickers.
And burps were heard
as tummies rumbled,
and chairs fell backwards
as folks tumbled.
And bread rolls pocketed
by the meanest,
as Daisy’s pants revealed –
and not the cleanest!
And around the room
the satellite still spun –
some guests too full
to move and run,
sat there in horror
fighting over clotted cream
dripping from a jug –
desert, now just a dream.
Until old Edgar’s mates,
quickly withdrew,
returning to the pub
and the life they knew,
where pork scratchings
were devoured;
cometh the men –
all action powered.
While ladies threw china
against the wall,
as Edgar’s wife – a dishwasher,
refused to install.
Now Edgar’s Retirement
a thing of the past,
But by God he had a good un
that went off with a Blast.
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