Waiting in the Waiting Room
for a fish to bite;
if you know what I mean –
which, you being you,
you probably don’t;
but, I won’t explain.
as explanations are unnecessary,
and altogether distracting.
So, not an ‘actual’ Waiting Room;
and not waiting for a fish to bite me; nor am I really waiting for anything in particular –
my words have arrived,
and I am doing with them what I do.
Then I shall pass them on to you.
Waiting in a room
named for that purpose
with all the patients
waiting patiently
of course.
After the person who is next
after the person who is next
and after the three people before him
who are also next to the person next to them.
Books and magazines to read;
although most are too hi-Brow for a boy like me.
The Rupert annual is calling;
People’s Friend 2015 is not.
Shall I read of the adventures
of Rupert and…
here I pause…
It’s been a while since I read of Rupert and his chums,
and I think that I have forgotten their names.
Perhaps Edgar is one –
perhaps not.
Chi-Chi has a vague possibility, and there is an elephant, a badger…
Oh, dear! My Rupert knowledge has gone from all to very little.
All I know is that he wears a yellow-checked scarf, yellow-checked trousers, red jumper and shoes. As most bears (if not all bears) don’t.
I shall have to swot up and refresh my memories.
Whatever happened to Nostalgia?
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