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Jean lewis from cwmcarn

Jean Lewis from Cwmcarn
Took me to her father’s barn
And showed me things I’d never seen before
She said she’d like to play
So I quickly said OK
And I handed her the trumpet off the floor.



She sat down near the wall
And she played a bugle call
Even” Satchmo.” Would, I’m sure, have been impressed
Her talent and her skill
Gave me such a thrill
Then she grinned at me and quickly got undressed.



Now I’d never seen it all
And although I was quite tall
I was young and not too difficult to shock
But this lady in the byre
Seemed to harden my desire
So I quickly dashed across and turned the lock.



The events she set in train
Are engraved across my brain
She was gentle and she guided me throughout
I considered it a sin
But I rapidly gave in
When she asked me if I’d like another bout.



To end it all was tough
But my knees were feeling rough
From the splinters in the floor of that old barn
So we both of us got dressed
And we made our way up West
For supper in “The Flag” at Abercarn.



When we’d had our steak and chips
I kissed Jean on the lips
And ordered her another gin and lime
Then I drove her to her home
But no matter where I roam
I’ll ne’er forget that fabulous “First Time”
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Alan Parry-Booth

Born in the valleys of Wales in 1931..His first poem was published when he was only seven years old..Bard to WELSH GUARDS RE-UNITED.and a regular contributor to several other organizations..Alan has written many hundreds of poems during his long life. J.H. 2015 more…

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