Sans Sapphire


Due to misunderstanding
I idiotically left Sapphire

On a remote railway platform

As we were travelling south

Towards the Caravan Argosee

Which we had jointly owned

For the previous five summers

The caravan had once been used

By the hippy artist Alain

And when he emigrated to the USA

He left some of his better works

So that we might fund our freedom

Which at present is not as free

As I might have liked it to be

Sapphire's train arrives in an hour

And I have booked a harbour table

At the Le Chat Vert to apologise