THE CORONATION PENCIL CASE
By Peter Woodgate
To
celebrate the coronation
Of our
presently reigning queen
I
received a pretty pencil case
It
showed that very scene.
The
gold coach and the horses
Came
alive on that box of tin
And
when opened up, a three-penny bit
Was
waiting there within.
My
immediate thought was that odd-shaped coin
And the
sweets that I could now buy
The
pencil case, a novelty,
Very
soon it said goodbye.
As
years rolled on I, often wondered,
Where
that case might be
I
regretted not keeping it somewhere safe
As now
it’s antiquity.
But I
have a feeling, we’ll meet again,
Only a
dream then, until,
We find
each other at the “order of the boot”
The
case, at “a fair,” and I, at “the hill”.
Copyright Peter
Woodgate
Well Peter, all I got was a mug. Haven't a clue or a care where it went. Maybe if I'd had a pencil case it would be different? Thanks for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteNice poem Peter. I know the feeling, if I'd kept 50% of all the stuff I blithely threw away, then I might be a lot richer than I am.
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