Like Robinson Cruscoe

Things washed up on a Cornish beach

I was washing up upon the shore

Like Robinson Cruscoe

Some years before.

But, didn’t have a tea-towel to hand.

“Why, Pup?” I asked my faithful companion

And he looked at me and smiled.

“If I had a penny for every time you’d said that, I’d have nowhere to spend it.” he said.

“I’ve ordered one online, it’ll be here by Friday.”

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