Poetry In Motion

One of the fascinations for me when out and about with the camera is the real characters I have a knack of bumping into.

 

As I rocked up at this beach, I started to engage in conversation with a really sensible lady and her dog. Well the dog did not actually say anything as its owner did not give it a chance to get a word in edge ways. She basically told me her life story plus some of the experiences she had of being cut off on a couple of occasions by the unpredictable tides here.

 

What a brilliant start to the evening, then as I went down to get some shots of the sea, the sky started to colour up, what could possibly top all of this.

 

On the way home I called into a supermarket to use the men’s room and I could not believe this piece of poetry some wag had written on the wall. It could only happen to me !

 

One evening in November

As I will sure remember

I was walking down the street in drunken pride

And I lay there in the gutter

My feet was all a shutter

And a pig came on and lay there by my side

As I lay there in the gutter

Thinking thoughts I should not utter

A person passing by did softly say

You can tell a man who boozes

By the company he chooses

And this the pig got up

And quickly walked away.

 

 

 

 

I rest my case🙈🐷🐎🍺🍺🍺😂😂😂

 

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