Do you remember yesteryear,
with memories so fresh and clear?
That little note, the billet-doux,
for fleeting chance to bill and coo;
a partner free and debonair,
who shared your nights - without a care?
A brunette here, a Greek au pair,
the Nordic Queen with tresses fair,
on picnics, with the weather clear,
al fresco wine and rustic fare;
in dappled den or shady lair,
that very sweet discreet affair?
I’m sure that you remember Clare,
of lissom limb and tousled hair;
a tummy tanned, a torso bare,
provoking all to stop and stare?
Do I remember yesteryear?
Oh no, you see, I wasn’t there!
For Frank's Competition.