on our way to archery
on anzac day this year
perhaps the gate's been opened
by somebody else already here

I'll bet there's not said Edward
there'll be no open gate
everyone's on picnics 
the weather's been so great

well I'll take that bet for 50 cents
and Edward took the bait
we both were over-confident
as we got closer to the gate

Yes! the gate is open
someone's there inside the fence
bad luck son, give over
I'll have that 50 cents

No Dad it's not an archer
enhancing their archery form
I don't have to pay, anyway
it's a stranger cutting the lawn

fair enough Ed, I agreed
and it put me in my place
but when the mower came up close
we both recognised an archery face

fifty cents! hand it over!
though it's Ray your bet fails
so we tossed the coin and it fell edge up
neither heads nor tails



copyright 2003 bob tatnell
australia's most targetting poet

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