Month: April 2022

They busy around,
doing this and doing that,
all my friendly ants.

He’s biding his time,
waiting for that time to drink,
his cola myself.

The sky gave a show,
of lightning through the nights clouds,
quite a spectical.

She’s blowing bubbles,
that all drift down the stairwell,
and catching sunlight.

A hard decision,
came to my mind for awhile,
as it was a fear.

The plate is empty,
the knife and fork are arranged,
to say I’ve finished.

It must be just so,
she says with authority,
that makes him listen.

The door half open,
waits for a strong gust of wind,
to blow it shut closed.

The flickering lights,
across the harbours water,
ride the in bound waves.

The view from the top,
presents a picture postcard,
that i have to buy.

Work is far away,
at least it’s in the bedroom,
and under the bed.

The way that she speaks,
with her certain calm turn of phrase,
that makes me listen.

That is the wrong way.
We turn around and head back,
but we miss the turn.

Roast chicken and rice,
with a cold can of cola,
that I have to share.

Sisters are talking,
it is best not to intrude,
but I listen in.

A breeze through the door,
is most welcome about now;
It won’t disappoint.

The world spinning round,
is making hardly a sound,
just saying save me.

Say eh yeh yah yah,
or it was something like that,
ringing in my ears.

Waiting for a pooh,
someone esle has got the loo,
and the door is locked.

My dinner’s waiting,
I didn’t know, now it’s cold,
good thing it’s salad.