Query any poem you want.

I received a request from a lady

Who told me that her name was Ruth

And she'd like to become my e.friend

I assumed she was telling the truth.

She sent me a snap in her scanties

A memory of salad days past

And the way she'd suspended her stockings

Caused my middle aged heart to beat fast.

It seems she was very conversant

With a whole lot of Parry-Booth verse

Which she shared with a number of colleagues

In the hospital where she was a nurse.

I must admit that I was quite flattered

And I'm pretty sure that I had impressed her

When I sent her a "Quite recent photo of me"

(T'was a young rugger player from Leicester).

Our new "Facebook Friendship" soon flourished

I told her some pretty tall tales

All the girls in her unit were anxious to meet

Her sexy young poet from Wales.

Each day she would type me a message or two

And daily I'd try to reply

It was obvious that she was smitten

And that brought a tear to my eye.

Our electronic correspondence

Continued until the next fall

When a message from Ruth marked "URGENT"

Said that she must finish it all.

She admitted that the photo she'd sent me

Was top side of twenty years old

And her fine brunette tresses displayed there

Were now grey (But coloured old gold).

She hoped that in time I'd forgive her

'Cos she still thought my verses divine

I smiled as I sent her best wishes

From an old sod who's now eighty-nine.