A Camberwell Adventurer
The whirling Dervish leaves fell…
Clouds of reindeer from the kebab
House as well, in deepest down town
Camberwell …a Turkish Christmas
…he announced
“Come and hunt wolves in the Caspian
Mountains with my uncle” he said….
I declined …keen to protect the wolves
And my reputation as a liberal
Damn...what a fool I was:
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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