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Kenneth Smith Meets The Beatles (1962)

My rather formal friend,
spectrum’s opposite end to me,
always said “Good evening.”
when greeting my mother.
(He was fifteen.)
His demeanour serious,
mine delirious.
One day I shouted,
top of my voice
“Listen to this.”
(Beatles first L.P.)
Please Please Me.
As usual nothing moved,
But by the fifth track
He was drumming one finger
On the arm of my mum’s settee,
forgetting his formal greeting
when she came in and said,
“That’s too loud,
turn it down,
come and eat your tea.”

28 Dec 17

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