there is something
about a blonde blue eyed
russian ballet dancer
that sets my heart racing
and makes me spill my tea
there is something
about a blonde blue eyed
russian ballet dancer
that sets my heart racing
and makes me spill my tea
there was time
when i would have been thrilled
to welcome your gorgeous body
into my bed
but now
i want someone
who can discuss the summa theologica
whilst we peg out the washing
on the clothesline
together in the sunshine
and then make scones for afternoon tea
listening to George Benson
sorry sweetheart
too late !
i have not felt so elated
for a very long time
finding you has made such a difference
to my life
i look forward to holding you again
( to my brand new battery operated pruning saw )
my most precious possession
i need you
and
my garden needs you
cast all the snakes out of ireland
into the sea
they swam to australia
thanks pat
we're sending them back
surreal artwork - Ronald Ong
in her own world
lush rich and colourful
she thrives
to survive
she must visit the other world
dangerous and heartless
she does her best
to remain invisible
WRITERS PANTRY # 61
a familiar story
not exclusive to royalty
failed approval rating
wrong colour
wrong country
wrong religion
wrong profession
wrong class
wrong family
wrong schoolunacceptable
unsuitable divorcee
ho hum
more tea vicar?
Poets And Story Tellers United
first day of autumn
a fleeting wet summer
without bush fires
for a welcome change
gone in a flash
time to put away
the surfing gear
dig out the winter clothes
freeze lots of pea and ham soup
resolve to talk less smile more
and bob's your uncle
Weekly Scribblings # 59