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June 18, 2014
Here they come;
the usual suspects;
reliable to the end.
The first in the queue,
the rubber-neckers
who’s eyes on stalks, extend.
‘Could you please sign here,
for my collection,
then I’ll be on my way,
and if you’d sign thirty more
for my charity,
it would really make my day.
and if you’ve time
could I possibly beg of you,
on my buttocks, sign your name,
then I can take a selfie
to pop in my album,
so you can be, my claim to fame.
And if I can delay you further,
now it has started to rain,
would you say hello to my brother
who is your biggest fan ever,
along with my closest aunt
and my long departed mother!
Your time is at a premium,
and I know there’s others
waiting in the queue,
but this is the only chance
that I may ever get,
to have a quick word with you!
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