I DROPPED MY ICE CREAM...

I Dropped My Ice cream…

Ice cream cones!

Cornets we called them,

Perfect for a warm afternoon

On a south coast beach;

My ice cream cone

Fell from my grasp then 

To my horror and quite soon

My pleasure was beyond reach…

I know I cried

For the loss of my treat,

Perfect for a holiday snap

On the soft, silky sand;

No need to cry

But I was not discreet

And at a loss from my mishap

With vanilla on mouth and hand…

A replacement cone!

Provided by someone near,

Perfect my chagrin to allay,

As I sat frowning, ill at ease;

The sumptuous cone

Restricted my flowing tears

And as the others dispersed to play,

I glowered, recovering, appeased…

Pete Ray

January 2017 

THE LOSS OF THE ICE CREAM, OR BEING TOLD OFF FOR DROPPING IT?

VERY WARY...

This happened, as one can see by the images, rather meanly taken either by my father, whose compassion was conspicuous by its absence, or perhaps by my Uncle Jack.

Although I cannot be sure, I believe it was Jack who replaced my cornet, for my dad’s view would have been: 

“Tough…”

HAPPIER...

THE QUIET ONE IS THE COX...

WITH COUSIN LINDSEY...

...& AGAIN...