Cider Joke Lost In Yeovil.


I won’t accept the gift,

it was in his eyes, fifty five

years young and self proclaimed

special brew, special one,

it is not surely what he would

normally partake in, swift swallow,

long gasp of recognised favourite

as it goes down the hatch,

West Country greeting

lost upon this sophisticated man

that we cannot join in the pun of

Cider with Jose.


Ian D. Hall 2018