A Black Cat In A Cellar At Midnight
T Tom Billsborough
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A black cat
In a cellar at Midnight.
At first sight a failed photo
Swimming in a dish of hypo
With nowhere to go,
Sadly looking blank!
Yet we stuck it in an album
With that fancy title
Awarding it an undeserving fame.
One thinks of those celebrities
Who had their brief day
But now in memory decay.
Their names we have to guess
When their photos come and go
In the fleeting fame of a Game Show.
As Francois Villon asked...
Where are the snows of yesteryear?
In Time's corroding Albums,
Faded monuments to Fame.
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