Month: August 2019

The Bogey man came,
And gave me his worstest cold,
Now my dose it blocked.

I saw a sunset,
Bright and golden near to me,
It set and was gone.

Got a summer cold,
Just as bank holiday comes,
Ironic maybe!

On scraps of paper,
Scribbled notes,
written quickly.
Thoughts are taking form.

I’ve got a feeling,
A first thing,
Friday feeling.
Taking it easy.

Oh, hip hip hooray,
The sun has got his hat on,
And it is Friday!

The cloud emerges,
Just like magic from the glass,
Then it drifts away.

Forgot the photo,
Here it is,
In full colour,
Mostly blue and white.

Things I found today,
My old watch and credit card,
The last place I looked.

Mr None,
Had a gun,
And Noone could defeat him.
Noone won that day!

I’ve a dilemma,
Do I say,
And regret it,
Or,
Keep my mouth shut!

I can’t explain it,
So,
Why should I even try?
It is what it is!

Halfway there,
And back,
The cool night air kissed my face,
And my thoughts were true.

Forgot my charger,
Mobile is slowly dying,
I will put it down.

Train elbow battles,
Claim the armrest, if you can,
Sweaty neighbour tries.

Black or white coffee?
A question for sure, but why?
Black coffee is best.

It rained this morning,
But soon the sun shone brightly,
It is lovely now.