It may just be the last day,
That I sit and simply muse,
The given art of wordplay,
Is starting to confuse,
I may not solve a problem,
But I may make someone smile,
So for now I’ll keep on writing,
Because that makes it all worthwhile.
Month: June 2015
Licence To Spill
I may start making cocktails,
Rather than just drinking beer,
The thought of simply settling down,
With a cocktail, brings me cheer,
Though this means buying odd things,
That I may never use again,
Plus waking up with hangovers,
With Celery in my brain.
Tis Hot
Wonderfully warming,
The day’s so very hot,
But people keep on moaning,
Instead of loving what we’ve got.
Keep Your Shirt On
In this lovely hot fine weather,
I am always quite aware,
That if I take my shirt off,
I’ll be mistaken for a bear.
Rainbow
Where on earth’s the Rainbow,
It’s no longer on my screen,
If it isn’t coming back,
A colourful time’s it’s been.
Holiday Blues
I’ve had a lovely holiday,
But I feel like such a jerk,
I spent far too much time worrying,
About my flipping work.
A-peeling-a-way
I peel away the holiday,
As burnt skin leaves my back,
It’s like the mask I wear to work,
How I long to not go back.
Fair(l)y Cakes
I’ve made some cakes for fairies,
I’ve called the Fairy Cakes,
Apparently they’re all the rage,
They’re what the fairies make
Panned Cakes
I made myself some pancakes,
To brighten up my morning,
They’re now sticking to my ribs,
Whilst I cannot stop yawning.
Exhaustion
Tired, cold exhaustion,
She fleets the morning call,
Been too long since she had a friend,
So long now since her fall,
Irreverence much easier,
Than trying to conform,
Where being odd and different,
Seems now to be the norm,
Poetically misled,
She dreams of having hope,
Where once again she’ll feel a part,
Not fall apart, she’ll cope,
‘Til then the liquid dreams, of sunshine gleams,
Are drunk just to get by,
Her exhaustion drains, her daily pains,
With hope lost soon, she’ll die.
