Fancy Dress Success
No evidence,
Just the essence
Of a seed of a memory
From my infancy.
Extraordinary,
Legendary.
Directed into a viewing ring,
Fancy dress parade on sand:
Wearing only a napkin, I tottered,
Clutching Fairy soap in a tiny hand.
Cute, apparently, stumbling about,
Stood out, I guess, from the crowd;
Parents, aunts and uncles roared approval,
Simplicity, victory and relatives proud.
No choice,
Just the voice
Of a parent in the vicinity,
In the proximity.
Vexed,
Perplexed…
Pete Ray
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| LOOKS LIKE I DID WIN SOMETHING. MY COUSINS PRESUMABLY DID NOT... |
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| HMM... |
A fancy dress competition at a holiday camp, possibly in Dorset...
Did I really win something?
How could I lose?
It’s why fancy dress competitions are surely pointless…
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