Funny how certain little things can strike you as important. I was in a teaching room at a university the other day and saw, on the desk at the front, an envelope. It was clearly a card and it was still sealed. It simply said 'Abi' on the front and contained, I guess, a Christmas card. It prompted me to think about Abi and her card.
Abi will not get her card No one likes to throw it in the bin There's a little coffee stain on it now And a scuffed edge The writing is round and plain Somehow it was left behind And now Abi's never going to get her card