friends on the prom

here's a poem i wrote for a friend remembering eating fish and chips on cleethorpes promenade together (parody of one of those nice but slushy poems you get in emails)

friends on the prom

if i could throw a chip to land it on the beach
a gull would come and snatch it up before it could reach

if i could take a brush and run it through my hair
the salty wind would whip it up and tangle every whe

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i cannot make your knees less sore, i've no success with mine,
i cannot make the path of life, less rough with passing time

but i can pray for you my friend, as you have prayed for me
and thank you for the kindness you have shown so faithfully.

EF