DUST
Didn't mean to fuss,Told wife.
Behind the tv found a pile of dust,
Said to better half,
While trying to stifle A laugh.
Speck of dust in space,
Is likened to a seed.
Spinning round coalescing,
With other specks of dust.
At an ever increasing speed.
Getting bigger and thicker,
As they spin round and round,
Quicker and quicker.
So told wife and her friend Janet,
I know what your doing.
collecting dust,
Your trying to make a planet.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-02-17 at 01:38
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