The Waves Of A George Poem by Tony Kemp

Gorgeous George -
shy,
a mop of waves
atop -
called
club-collecting
weekly.

She -
Ve,
a veritable beauty -
waited,
anticipated;
but
no go.

So,
she upped
and went
and wed
‘ansome Alf –
a lovely lover,
Dad.

Ve reflects
as do we all,
on what might have been.

Given the choice?
Better the head
of a dad I had known
than the waves of a George
I had not.

Thanks to our father,
now in heaven,
and three cheers for Ve
ra!
Ra!
Ra!