duty

by Harry

Submitted by Deb Whittam

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It was a ritual, it was essential
For it made the day complete
But he was circumspect
He knew he had to be discreet

First he collected the objects
Wearing a secret smile
Aware of their sideway glances
As he wandered down the aisle

When he reached the last door
He closed it with a thud
Undertaking his ablutions
Washing away the dirt and mud

Then with care he donned the outfit
Which proclaimed his intent
To ensure there was fairness
He wouldn’t relent

For he was a boundary umpire
He had no intention of sitting on the fence

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