FACFBOOK FRIENDS

I received a request from a lady
Who told me that her name was Ruth
And she'd like to become my e.friend
I assumed she was telling the truth.

She sent me a snap in her scanties
A memory of salad days past
And the way she'd suspended her stockings
Caused my middle aged heart to beat fast.

It seems she was very conversant
With a whole lot of Parry-Booth verse
Which she shared with a number of colleagues
In the hospital where she was a nurse.

I must admit that I was quite flattered
And I'm pretty sure that I had impressed her
When I sent her a "Quite recent photo of me"
(T'was a young rugger player from Leicester).

Our new "Facebook Friendship" soon flourished
I told her some pretty tall tales
All the girls in her unit were anxious to meet
Her sexy young poet from Wales.

Each day she would type me a message or two
And daily I'd try to reply
It was obvious that she was smitten
And that brought a tear to my eye.

Our electronic correspondence
Continued until the next fall
When a message from Ruth marked "URGENT"
Said that she must finish it all.

She admitted that the photo she'd sent me
Was top side of twenty years old
And her fine brunette tresses displayed there
Were now grey (But coloured old gold).

She hoped that in time I'd forgive her
'Cos she still thought my verses divine
I smiled as I sent her best wishes
From an old sod who's now eighty-nine.
Rate this poem:(4.00 / 1 vote)
Font size:
Collection  Edit     
 

Submitted on September 27, 2020

1:22 min read
11 Views

Alan Parry-Booth

Born in the valleys of Wales in 1931..His first poem was published when he was only seven years old..Bard to WELSH GUARDS RE-UNITED.and a regular contributor to several other organizations..Alan has written many hundreds of poems during his long life. J.H. 2015 more…

All Alan Parry-Booth poems | Alan Parry-Booth Books

FAVORITE (0 fans)

Discuss this Alan Parry-Booth poem with the community:

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "FACFBOOK FRIENDS" Poetry.net. STANDS4 LLC, 2020. Web. 28 Nov. 2020. <https://www.poetry.net/poem/59027/facfbook-friends>.

    We need you!

    Help us build the largest poetry community and poems collection on the web!

    Our favorite collection of

    Famous Poets

    »

    Thanks for your vote! We truly appreciate your support.