Keys lost
Amongst this frost
Hickup, burp and pardon
I cant sleep in the garden!
Tis too early to find the shops
Tis too late to call the cops
Perhaps I’ll break the door
Or sleep in the garage floor
I’m sure I saw a dead spider
But then again, there is more cider…
My stomach’s groaning I need food!
I cant wake people up – it’s rude!
Must find keys
To let me in
Need my toast and a warm tea
Plus now I need a pee!
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A collection of some of my poems. Enjoy.
1 comment:
excellent! oh how we have all been there
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