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It was on a Sunday morning when I first spotted him
He went running past in trainers, looking very slim.
Next day on Monday afternoon 'twas when we met again
With an umbrella and a briefcase he was getting on the train.
Tuesday lunch-time he was there again in a trendy little bar,
But at two o’clock he quickly left and dashed off in his car.
Wednesday evening I went swimming, and guess who there I saw? –
He said: “Well hello! It’s you again. I think we’ve met before.”
Thursday morning I went shopping, and also to the bank –
But at the local filling station, who was filling up his tank?
Friday morning in the library, he was standing in the queue –
When he saw me, as I entered, he said: “This really can’t be true!”
On Saturday the Police arrived: "You must come down to the nick.
Stalking men at your age? Don’t you think it’s rather sick?”
PS It may be a long time until you get another poem!
Copyright 2006