I met a man when I went walking
We got talking man and I.
( Apologies to A.A.Milne)
He looked at me as I prattled on
And in his hand he shook a pot
The lid flew off
Just missed my head
He said " Stand still and read my lips"
I did as he asked with eyes wide and shaking
" I'm deaf"he said,"From years of clanking my wares".
Two kettles for sale
Two pots for your stove
Two frying pans to cook you a meal
Two bob for the lot
Now that's a great deal
I was at one with this man,the seller of pots
I wrote on a card and handed it to him
The story of my old dog at home
Jessie by name and loving by nature
But deaf as can be,no hearing at all
I told him the story of whistling out loud
Of banging on tin pots to call her back home
All this is not working I told the old man
What else can I do to find where she is
I spend all my day just looking for her
She's behind the old shed,or down in a hole
Or under the car or in the front room
I'm exhausted some days I told the old man
He looked at me strangely and said "Quite so"
" Just think of the pleasure when she comes for bone
the look on her face is a joy to be seen"
When she's no longer with you
You'll wish she was there"
Being deaf is a trouble,but it takes not
away the love we have for an animal who cares.
Only a salesman you say to yourself
I think that he's more of a sage to be sure
He knows of the problems that befall man and beast
Yet he still keeps on selling
as he travels the road
He's next port of call is the Faraway Tree
There's a party onthere,some time about 4
I'll get there before then ,and get a few sales
I can't remember her name
She's a Pixie they say,
Makes sandwiches for all,
Oh well it takes all sorts
To make up this world.....
Said he ,as he climbed that big tree
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 15.1.06