When I was just a young child
I was subject to
multiple attacks
My father assailed me
with cameras
And I still suffer
from flashbacks
When I was just a young child
I was subject to
multiple attacks
My father assailed me
with cameras
And I still suffer
from flashbacks
My sister is into photography
It makes her shine and
glow
And she talks
enthusiastically
But you can’t shutter
up though
It only dawns on you, quite
How un-photogenic you
are
Until it’s time for a
group photo
And they hand you the
camera
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic
memory
It was never developed
sadly
I saw a photo of a wheel of Stilton
In a glossy magazine
today
And I wondered as the
shutter clicked
What the photographer asked it to say
My son just bought the most amazing camera
With super-fast
shutter speed, “on the edge of the cut”
And when he
photographed my wife and I
He managed to snap her
with her mouth shut
My sister is into photography
It makes her shine and glow
And she talks enthusiastically
But you can’t shutter up though