A LOT OF ERRORS
I hadn’t seen her for ages,
But I’d know her anywhere,
With that finely chiseled profile
And that mass of golden hair.
We’d had a rollercoaster romance.
I remembered the thrill of it all,
As I raised my hand in greeting,
Across the crowded hall.
“Sold to the man in the back row,”
I heard the auctioneer say.
“If you’d like to sign the contract,
That’s twelve hundred pounds to pay.”
The girl I’d waved to came across
And I realized my mistake.
She was a perfect stranger.
An expensive error to make.
The day was a calamity
And ruinous at that.
I’d bought some garden furniture.
And I live in a tenth-floor flat.
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