"I see London, I see France,
I see someone's underpants!"
Decades ago we children chanted that.
If all the underpants I've seen since
were on one beach, they'd flutter
like great flocks gathered for nesting
or the litter left behind when rain
chases away the tourists.
On the whole, I'm satisfied,
but wish I'd seen
London and France.
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Dean Blehert
Blogs:
http://deanotations.blogspot.com (short poems)
http://dearreader08.blogspot.com (essays and longer poems)
New book (Deanotations, Volume 1) available at http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/deanotations-volume-one/4649669
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