Written by: Charles Clive

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.