Champagne at Pontarfynach - (a request and to thank 'ee for cummings)
Allan and Phil and Hazel and me
Went down Pontarfynach (to picnic you see)
And Allan discovered a business plan
That freed and enlightened the common man
Phil invented a genius scheme
That gave the world the chance to dream
And Hazel shone brightly as one who knows
And panned for the gold in the mental flows
I drank champagne and sat on my arse
And came up with nothing but trivial farce
But whatever life brings (from a you or a me)
On that day we were kings crowned by 'Yr Hen allt' tree
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That's exactly what I meant. It's beautiful. Thanks Jonathan.
ReplyDeleteI even spotted the E.E.Cummings pun!
ReplyDeleteWe have to work on the next visit; can we include Clod and some folk music, do you think?
Thought I commented already here, but comment disappeared into cyberspace. If it happens again I'll give up. This writing is magic.
ReplyDeleteArh!
ReplyDeleteLoverly poem!
Loverly day!
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