The company was late, of that no doubt:
the time for their arrival had gone by;
from noon by my watch had we looked about:
no sign of them by land or sea or sky.

This watch, an Accutron, for best I wear;
along with several rings and my best suit:
I had a shower and I combed my hair
and made the salad with leaves and fruit.

At thirty past the hour I start to fret:
I ask my wife of there is any sign;
She tells me not to worry, they don’t forget:
And so I phone; they say they’re doing fine.

Turns out my watch is wrong; I did forget:
When daylight saving ends, all watches set.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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