C. M. Flett
Twas on a cold crisp winter’s day,
To surgery we'd made our way,
There in the carpark we did spy,
A handsome pair, their car stood by.
“We ken these folk”, says Sheena to me,
Sandra and Bill, tis plain to see!
I’d not seen Bill since James Cook days,
“Hail-fellow-well-met!”, a timely phrase.
Time for a chat was far too short,
The nurse’s call caused its abort,
When Bill returned from his ordeal,
It was too late to hear his spiel.
It would be good to keep in touch,
Meet for a drink or even lunch?
Keep emails flowing to and fro,
Exchange what news there is to know.
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