Yellow Umbrella's
Why don’t you take me
perhaps to a mountain or maybe a beach
Somewhere
where there are yellow umbrella’s
And where the wind
blows windly and relentlessly wildly
And the glare from those yellow umbrella’s
makes me scrunch my eyes tightly
Like I’m frightened maybe
or why don’t you just take me
Right here in the hallway
where the neighbours might see us
Behind yellow umbrella’s
somehow, I just know you would like that …………
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Author:
Neville (
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I have never encountered a yellow umbrella but in one session of my working days I had a black umbrella as defender on my walk to work (Blimey! that was a long time ago!)
Andy
John Stead with wings springs to mind .. and now I've gone and made myself sad .. thinking of the recent passing of my very first crush Diana Rigg as Emma Peel .. that seems like a long time ago too .....................
Hope those umbrellas don't talk, yellow or whatever colour, placed in the hallway, while......!
apart from the one in Mary Poppins, have you ever known an umbrella say a word .. no, of course not .. they are usually far too busy umming...
Neville
Methinks that suggestion of love in a dim hallway takes precedence over any umbrella wherever it's placed - - - thanks for the smile your witty tale gave me today..................x
thanks for landing on the landing & looking out for me Fay... would ya believe there are some folks think I'm kinky ........ but ya gotta have a larf, every now and then, dont ya
🙂
Let’s hope the winds of lust
doesn’t blow
that umbrella away
But do enjoy if you must
The color of foreplay
Hello yellow
Thank you for taking a peek RB .. much appreciated ... I am quite partial to reds, blues and greens too.................
🙂
lol, what delightfully 'free' partner(s) you have encountered, how lucky a gift - that imagination you utilise, expertly: to spice those delight's you squeeze out of life,
a daringly witty write
......... I truly do consider myself to be blessed L.B. and in so many ways .. Oh' and I thank you for leaving your thoughts on this little scribble too my friend ..............
... Neville
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