Oh my what a clanger
The missing coat hanger
and the dressing gown
over a chair
so deft was the gal with that scraper
she's ebay-ing her previous wallpaper
a skill not-to-be sniffed at
it comes with a gift pack
a weekend atop a skyscraper
There were two small boys from the UK
It seems they were having a slow day
They wrote every bad word
That they'd ever heard
And then had to hid them from Mother
Oh Lorna you've found out our game
Things will never quite be the same
For we've lost it, we know it
Our street cred as poets
It's not me, it's him who i blame
GOOD MORNING Uncle Mike (7pm here !) Love the Seascape : complements our DESERT ISLAND (please visit & bring some paints - paper - and easel !) Love the LYM (a Ladies nightmare) thank Heaven Ive got long Hair & a Horse ! Lady Godiva rides again : but dont tell BRIAN !
Blessings abundant & Joy & Peace & Love
Yours (shivering !) ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
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Oh my what a clanger
The missing coat hanger
and the dressing gown
over a chair
so deft was the gal with that scraper
she's ebay-ing her previous wallpaper
a skill not-to-be sniffed at
it comes with a gift pack
a weekend atop a skyscraper
whats going on?
Luv em da.
There was a young lass in anger
who ripped her dress off of the hanger
the hanger got stuck
right up her butt
and now she resembles an anchor.
There were two small boys from the UK
It seems they were having a slow day
They wrote every bad word
That they'd ever heard
And then had to hid them from Mother
Oh Lorna you've found out our game
Things will never quite be the same
For we've lost it, we know it
Our street cred as poets
It's not me, it's him who i blame
Who him? I\'m just waiting to hear what Orchi has to say. (This is fun)
GOOD MORNING Uncle Mike (7pm here !) Love the Seascape : complements our DESERT ISLAND (please visit & bring some paints - paper - and easel !) Love the LYM (a Ladies nightmare) thank Heaven Ive got long Hair & a Horse ! Lady Godiva rides again : but dont tell BRIAN !
Blessings abundant & Joy & Peace & Love
Yours (shivering !) ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Now that would be a sight to behold - thanks Angela.
A fine write and pic M. It's Miss Berles fault. You hired her as a house-keeper and she put everything in the wash at once?!
Including herself - she's now known as Tum Berles
At least they left the be oooooooooo ti ful picture behind when they stole the clothes.
And the bed - thanks Lorna.
Wow this one tells me a story - not so obscure to my eye Michael - - and that artwork must be one of your best - Ooooh what a hue of a sky.
They moved to the seaside - cheers Fay.
Had to stop once I saw your artwork. Wow. Great coloration. Asense of beauty and peace leaps out at you. Terrific.
Senryu - It would have been much worse if it had been the apple tree that was bare. - Phil A
It's curtains for the apple tree
It's dead in the bed
It's no longer clothed
Its leaves have all fled.
Thanks Phil.
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