Tom's 21st

Saturday night


tonight we partied
for Tom's twenty-first
I forgot earth hour

Tom’s parents hold a party for his twenty-first birthday. 7lb 1 oz, April 1st 1991, 2.38 am. We’re pleased we’re not expected to stay up until the minute, and the cake is cut before midnight. They pass round a scrapbook from when he was a scrap, through early artistic and literary efforts, school reports, dressings-up, travels.
He’s happy to play the fool, but his future promises more than a fool’s paradise.
Good luck, lad, and many happy returns.

twenty-one candles
shaped like champagne bottles
with edible photo


Harry's limerick (aided and abetted by me, Anne and Dave):




There was a young fellow named Tom
who embarked on a filmic sit-com
although quite aghast
at the size of the task
he carried it off with aplomb