Another boat ride.
In Thailand, in fact.
Celebratory moment.
Shhhh! Secrets, our pact!
Temples we visited,
Rubber jelly legs, so strange.
Drank beers, floating market,
Wait... He’s underage?
Spliffs are legal now,
Got moderately high.
Swam, luxuriated,
Tattoo day flew by.
A weekend to beat.
Nae bad for a boy
Who’s only 16
Mama’s love, pride and joy.
Kerry Bridges
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Kerry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In celebration of my son's most recent birthday.
- Category: Special occasion
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A real treat .. those temples are something else aren't they .. I reckon we might well have passed on different boats .. I had both my son and my daughter with me .. and had frogs in porridge for my tea .. No kidding ..
My goodness- I thought you looked familiar! Haha was that through choice then, the frogs? Or happy happenstance?
Good morning Kerry .. I chose to have the frogs in porridge and must confess they were most palatable .. methinks had I not chosen them by hop-penstance they might have gone down the wrong way .. 😎🐸👍
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