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Why not buy a dozen and give them to some of your friends.
Or perhaps your enemies.
To whet your appetites here is one of the poems from the book, the title piece, in fact. It's illustrated on the cover.
The Unchanging World of Mr And Mrs Sun
Today I'm dressed in emerald green:
waistcoat, bowler hat and braces.
My wife, who by my side is seen,
is also dressed in emerald green;
in a puffball skirt
and pleated shirt.
We're in accustomed places.
Today her dress is long and white:
a yellow sash is wrapped about,
to match my shirt that shines so bright
and set off with bow tie of white.
The storefront glare –
the place we share –
is elegant without a doubt.
Blood red with black dots, black with red:
see Minnie Mouse, her theme today.
My clothes may be quite plain instead:
the trousers black, the shirt just red.
Dressed up so smart,
we never part.
A life together is our way.
I have not changed except my hat
but my wife's mouse demeanour's gone.
She has a long silk gown now that
has matching shade to my red hat.
Gold threads entwine
in both designs
for all the world to gaze upon.
Today we've changed to shades of blue:
a shirt of sapphire, navy tie.
My wife's blouse has a similar hue
and skirt and shoes are also blue.
We always try
to catch the eye
of all the people passing by.
Each passing day from shop front stand
we watch, consider, contemplate.
We're always not quite hand in hand,
as side by side we simply stand.
While others race
from place to place,
still all we do is watch and wait.