Poetry in Caviar

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A LATE SUMMER’S NIGHT DREAM, dozing one September’s evening.

What a summer it has been, so full of fun.
Plenty of sport and lots of sun.
What could 2014 possibly bring?
Then the phone, it starts to ring………….

“Lovely to see you in Tuscanny.
Thanks for the caviar – it really was scrummy.
The villa is booked for next July.
Hope you can come, await your reply.”

“Good Lord, my man, you caught such a lot.
The Beluga arrived, it hit the spot.
Same week next year upon the Spey?
And autumn fishing on the Tay?”

“Hope all is well, calling from the boat.
Just got the Sevruga, you old goat.
Delivered to us when we stopped in Crete.
On the Med next year, can you meet?”

“So glad that you enjoyed the grouse.
The “Thank you” caviar showed some nous.
Two days next year, what do you say?
Stocks are good, so double guns OK?”

“Well done, old boy, on your McNab.
The Oscietra arrived – it was fab.
Hope you can join us, next year on the hill.
The same cook is booked so I’m sure that you will!”

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