Picture by Michael Coghlan: https://flic.kr/p/dtgg4h There's a wrapper in my pocket. It's from a chocolate bar I got a long, long time ago, From a local Spar. I ate it in a country park, Sitting by a tree, Soaking in the morning Sun: The sounds of birds and bees. It's Winter now. I'm back at work. And many months have gone Since that blissful country park, And that warm Summer Sun. I really should throw away This wrapper in my pocket. Although it brings fond memories, My pocket's gone all mockett.