Poetic Prose: My Friend Hugo

Miles Whinfrey © December 2015

Hugo

Hugo is a friend
Always sure and in perfect complacence
He’s no short measure or Merry Andrew
How likely was this? move to the village was ticklish
Not through err or error, no-one jejune
As far as we know always a Handsel- a radiant soul

An invigilator, messenger, chef. Health service doyen.
A man of faith who positively loves his Princes.

With concern and beliefs rather than greatest overarching purpose,
monetary motivation
Time split is now coming back together for contentment and happiness

Sometimes put in a pickle by hardened attitudes
“Great Scot people have crowded lives
We all start in needing lessons in to how to best suit each
others purposes”

When decerning peoples position and direction
Terrain can be seen, land and water,
Like standing up in protest in a meeting over principle or
to make an offering of love
The reason’s to notice, to examine, assess

The day after the fayre, a clean breast, new thinking
More support for tricky lobbying
And a smile and special message on a Florists card
Everyone benefits from guerdicies