I see a waterfall of smiles,
coming down “steep hill”,
to see many a wish; and many wiles,
become a social pill.
Let the “imps” become my friends,
so, this solo ginger can grin,
on what pleasure? That depends,
on whether; virtue or “sin!”
But; let this day be jolly,
as this weather is a sign,
to not repeat our folly,
thus, let’s paint; a scene sublime.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A couple of days ago I was in Lincoln, I was there for a bit of business, and a little bit of pleasure as well. It was so nice to back in Lincoln, that I had to write the above "blissful trio." I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, stay safe everyone.
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Comments4
Very enjoyable poem. I was left with a smile
Thank you for the read Saxon Crow, I'm glad that this made you smile.
I hope that all is well!
Well written, A.S.
Enjoyable read.
Thank you for the read Jerry, I hope that all is well!
Good write AS.
Thank you for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well!
Good words Ben, strangely a friend of mine has gone to Lincoln this weekend to stay with a friend.
Andy
Thank you for the read Andy, and oh good! I hope that your friend had a lovely trip to Lincoln, and braved steep hill, and rewarded themselves with a nice pint at the Magna Carta pub, near the Cathedral and Castle!
I hope that all is well!
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