How could I have missed you?
I am sure you were staring
Directly at me
Lying down on your bed
In that posh Westminster hotel
That you had your picture taken on
(Sadly fully clothed)
And now hanging on the wall
At the National Portrait Gallery...
Alongside my drooling tongue.
Oh to be young again.
Gaw blimey!
Or in modern parlance...
Phwoar!
Dulwich Poet 7th July 2013
(I saw a photo, among a selection of 'contemporary celebrities' in the National Portrait Gallery today. I think I now have a crush on the young singer & songwriter Ed Sheeran!)
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