Today’spoem

BEATIE AND THE BOAST

Beatie was a big head; Everyone knew that. She boasted about absolutely everything From her career to the cat. Everybody knew it, But didn’t want to challenge. They listened to her silly boasts, Not looking for revenge. But one day in the village It all came to a head When Beatie started her latest boast, And this is what she said. She was walking only yesterday Through the local fields And feeling a little weary Thought she would rest her heels. She laid down in a coppice And so her story goes — She thought she’d laid on a nettle But it was a thorn on a single rose. There was just one wrinkled petal left, Looking old, not new, But, happy it wasn’t a nettle, Kissed it, saying: ‘I love you!’ Well, suddenly from nowhere, A gorgeous hunk appeared, Thanking her for rescuing him From the locked-in life he’d feared. She said he was an Adonis, A cross between Clooney and Pitt, And although we smiled at her story, We believed it not one bit. Well, that night at the local We all sat down to meet Beatie’s latest fantasy, A laughable ‘meet and greet’. Then in walked smiling Beatie And what a shock we had, For on her arm was a cross between George and the gorgeous Brad! Sheila Webb, Chesham, Bucks.