The Stamp on the Road

As I was walking last July.
Not far from my august abode,
My eagle eyeballs chanced to spy
A square of paper ‘pon the road.

‘Twas lying there, upon that road
Upon the apex of a ramp.
Instinctively, therefore, I slowed
And saw it was a postage stamp.

I craned my head to better see
This postage stamp upon the road.
It was an old one, priced 4p,
That advertised the Green Cross Code.

I reminisced beside that road
And heard again that old refrain
That sweeping time can ne’er erode –
“Look left, look right, look left again.”

A thirty year old postage stamp
Depicting what? The Green Cross Code?
Why was it lying ‘pon a ramp
Not far from my august abode?

I moved to step onto that road,
As most philatelists would do,
But I forgot my Green Cross Code
And never saw the Subaru.
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Homework from the Phoenix Writers Club - do something with a theme of "The Stamp" or "The Road."

The Mirror

For hours as an obsessive teen,
Each pimple was inspected.
An adult, he was wont to preen,
Each wrinkle soon detected.
Besotted by the mirror’s sheen,
This trait was ne’er corrected.
“Oh how I think what might have been,”
He mournfully
Reflected.

(Homework for the Phoenix Writers Group)

The Lady

Behind the mirror quick she stumbled,
Urgent imprecations mumbled,
By this mass of onions humbled,
As they toppled o’er and tumbled
In the barn at Camelot.
But naught could stem that ochre tide,
The mirror crack’d from side to side,
“The curse has come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shallot.