My Timex intervened
 

I sat down and wrote a letter to a girl

I do not know, an imaginary figure

With her hair up in a bow. A pretty little

Waistline, in high heels five foot nine

A work of art in all her parts, so easy

On the eye

I made up an address and sent my

Letter by first class, in England that

Means next day so she should have

Got it fast. I chuckled at my silliness

But then came my surprise, when she

Wrote back and said her train arrives

At half past five

Imagine my excitement, there was

Magic in the air, a crowded railway

Station and the start of an affair. I

Saw her in the distance, five foot

Nine in jeans, running fast towards

Me when my Timex intervened
 

© Joseph G Dawson
19/06/2017