Thursday, 17 December 2009

My Life is Average

Today on the train I sat next to a guy
Dark-suited and smart, he seemed, sober, discreet
From his well-polished shoes to the knot of his tie
A stereotype from the world of Magritte

He avidly read from a neat, plain black book
What tedious treatise absorbed one so grey?
I craned round his shoulder to take a close look
A novel of Narnia. MLIA.

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