When Phyllis punts, she wields the pole
With tiny hands in dainty style,
Inconsequently chatting while
We slowly move towards our goal.
When Phyllis punts, I long to lie
And idly watch her laughing face,
For seldom does such lisson grace
As hers delight a lover’s eye.
BUT what with thrusting skiffs aside,
Entreating pardons by the score,
And pushing off from either shore –
I’m far too fully occupied – when Phyllis punts!
I think he is dreaming of Phyllis’ punting! This was the back drop to our bed this week in Oxford. It seemed a shame not to take a fun picture!
It really is a fun picture.
Lovely image, I hope you ‘wielded the pole’ after this was taken
Haha looks like you indeed had fun 😉
Rebel xox
This is a cool shot!
Very clever. I took me ages to figure it out, it’s so effective! 👏👏
What an absolutely fantastic combination of image and words, gave me a right chuckle! What a wonderful opportunity for a great shot, and I’m sure you had a fantastic time! X
Fun photo . . . I was thinking the same as Purple Sole !!!
Xxx – K
Fun image and the Poetry was stunning, complimented it really well.
It really took me a moment to work out what was happening in this image.
Mollyx
Wow this view makes you think!
Oh I did laugh at this. And you are right it was a great opportunity for a fun picture. I loved the poem too 😊
Great image – very outrunning until your eyes work out all the bits 😉 xx
Brilliant! Hope ye guys had a fun weekend <3 Xx
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