When I walked out the rainbow door,
I wasn’t sure quite what I saw.
The street was red with amber spots,
The path was blue with light green dots.
The lights gave out a vibrant green,
And gave a shade I’d never seen.
The sky was coloured darkish brown,
With clouds of purple looking down.
I went back in to lay me down,
My forehead wrinkled with a frown.
The thoughts I had were weird and vague,
And wondered what was in that last Laphroaig.
(As many of you may know Laphroaig is my favourite Scotch tipple. Other Scotch whiskys are available.)
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I best nip round and add water to it then! lol.
Too late Orchi - too late.
I nice rhyming poem from you, today, Andy. It is my understanding that Laphroaig is for medicinal purposes only!
By way of honest critique I feel that your final line was a little too long and forced. It may benefit by dropping the first four syllables and ending in a question mark. Leave 'em wanting more.
Ex animo, Alan
I shall raise my glass to you on Saturday eve....
GOOD MORNING UNCLE ANDY ! Hope youre back to normal LSD has the same effect ! Thanks for the Video ~ Love BILLIE another Lady lost her Man ~ Angela says it seems to be a theme on MPS lately ! Shes got me handcuffed to the BED until our BIG DAY ! Love the POEM ~ Rhyming couplets are always my Fave. In my experience *Neat single malt always takes you up into the Highlands !*
Blessings & Peace for You & Yours
Love BRIAN & ANGELA 💛💛💛💛💛
No Poem today ~ the Muse has moved ~ AWAY
Please check FUSION ~ Thanks A & B !
I hope you're not mixing that with anything/
Delightful read today from you. An expertly composed piece of rhyming psychadelia.
Well, its your own bloody fault! Good poem though GF
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