Somewhere off The M35
Hey,
look over there,
she said ..
Don’t you
think he looks
a bit like
Don Quixote ..
Tilting at
wind turbines
like that
off of the M35 ..
Well to be
precise,
that was also
the moment
she
rolled both
her eyes and
sighed deeply ..
Adding
now don’t he
look totally
fit and divine ..
No, not
on your nelly,
he looks
a right proper
twat ..
Her best mate
in the whole
widest
world, swiftly
replied ..
And I would
so much
prefer it, if he
be yours,
rather than mine ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments4
Good write N. Somewhere off the M4 rather, for my area!
if I made it about your way it would have to be a hymn poem and this is about her, or rather a pair of thems ..
Think I'll go out this morning and have a good tilt - not many people do that! How are you Neville? Good to see you're still writing.
Hello Michael .. thanks & good to see you too sir .. May 2024 be kind to you .. Neville
Women!s banter. Girl talk. Someone’s dish of the day tastes off the menu to the other. Well, that’s how it comes across to me:) Happy travels Neville, though I think it will be quite overwhelming.
thank you so much for visiting these words and for your kind travel remark our Cassie ..
Ah, beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Or so they say. I've always wondered who "they"are, and how they came to be so smart. This poem is delightful, fun and so Nev!
Bless you Bella so good to have you back where you writely belong .. Neville
Thank you Nev, it's so good to be back!!
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